No one wants a dandelion.
They crop all over the place, ugly and unfortunate, an average blossom in a world desperately seeking beauty. They are weeds, people say. They are uninteresting and offer no fragrance and there are too many of them, too much, we don't want them, destroy them.
Dandelions are a nuisance.
We desire the buttercups, the daffodils, the morning glories. We want the azalea, the poinsettia, the calla lily. We pluck them from our gardens and plant them in our houses and we don't seem to remember their toxic nature.
We don't seem to care.
If you get too close?
If you take a small bite?
The beauty is replaced with pain and laced with poison that laughs in your blood, destroys your organs, infects your heart.
But pick a dandelion.
Pick a dandelion and make a salad, eat the leaves, the flower, the stem. Thread it in your hair, plant it in the ground and watch it thrive.
Pick a dandelion and close your eyes
Make a wish
Blow it into the windWatch it
Change
The
World.----- Tahereh Mafi- Unite me.
I have always been that dandelion, the misfit, the last picked for kickball. The first time I ever pondered about suicide was when I was about 13 years old. I had hit rockbottom I guess you could say. I was done.
I said goodbye to my wretched life
I hope its better on the other side
I said goodbye to my bullies
I hope you rot in hell
I said goodbye to my beloved friends
I hope you know i am happier now
I said goodbye to all the pain.
I said hello to the new coming happiness and relief.Slit my wrists and hope to die....
Relief...
I am free
I a m f r e e....-------------------------------------------------------
--Author-- Hi! Sorry I was gone, but now I am back. Again if you have any comments or questions, fill free to send away :) That beginning quote is not mine and I all rights to the owner as well as all the pictures I use unless said otherwise --xx-- Nadia
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