When I was a little girl I use to walk through my neighborhood and pick flowers and put them in my hair....I use to collect them and give them to my mother....I use to put them in water and display them for the world to see....I thought they were beautiful.....
Til one day someone said those flowers you are picking are not really flowers. What you are picking are dandelions----a weed. Something bad, something that should be uprooted, something ugly, not worthy of the soil that it has rooted itself in.
Yes this hood girl didn't know any better.
However dandelion growing in the midst of trash, in the cracks of concrete, in unwanted places, even chaotic places is a representation of many woman everywhere.
So can a Dandelion ever be a rose???? I really don't know that answer to that question.....all I know is what is real....and through my strength and resiliency.....I am still here....
That's beautiful......regardless of whatever the circumstance or wherever my roots decided to implant and grow......
So can a Dandelion ever be a rose???? I really don't know that answer to that question.....all I know is what is real....and through my strength and resiliency.....I am still here....
That's beautiful......regardless of whatever the circumstance or wherever my roots decided to implant and grow......
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