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"I Am" poem

I am participating in a 6 week Transformative Language Arts workshop. Our first assignment was to write an "I Am" poem. Here's mine:

I am dandelion,

bright and yellow,

rooted deep,

food for leaves,

sewing seeds on the wind.

At the sight of me, you know:

Helms is coming.

Time to plant.

Tend to the land

and each other.

Some find me invasive, a pest.

They say, "pull her up."

I pay them no mind.

I bloom on,

peeking up with a grin.

See me in the cracks of the Charlotte sidewalk,

the Catawba fields of crabgrass.

Make dandy-chains with me.

Wear the crown on your head.

It suits you well.

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