This poem by Sarah Russell spoke to me. She made every word count. I believe you will find it a keeper.
Just like the dandelion, each of us has the power to define who we are regardless of the labels that others may try to stick on us.
“A weed is a flower growing in the wrong place.”
George Washington Carver
they invade the bluegrass suburbs
where blades form a passive sameness
if tended as intended. They strut
across the green of everyday —
strumpets in tattered leafy skirts,
stiletto roots — bestowing downy favors
on the summer breeze.