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Dandelion in a field of Roses

By Claire_baller, Platteville, WI

No one cares for me
No one can see my beauty
I do not matter
I do not flatter your yard
I do not grow from a seed
But from a weed
I am not to be admired
But aspired to be gone
No one wants me
No one wants a weed
Flowers of beauty are all around me
Nourished to some day flourish
Showing off their beauty
They are not afraid
I stay far away from them
But even so
I’m plucked by the stem
Thrown away to be forgotten the next day
I am left to wallow and swallow truth
I am a dandelion
Nothing more
Nothing less
I may not be the best
But I am who I am
I am a dandelion in a field of roses

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