Never mind what they said we could not do

where they said we could not go

who they said we could not be

For we are wild dandelions growing out of the cracks of society Even if neglected by sunlight

we will nurture our own development

we will blossom into our potential we will sway with the wind until we uproot and float towards the direction of liberation;

ultimately landing in a glade where we will no longer be despised where our existence will no longer be cursed

where we will no longer have to struggle for survival

we will plant ourselves and wait like the forgotten seed until we emerge from who we were ​and transform into who we will be.

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