If I were a dandelion the world would see me as a weed.
Until someone came along and took a closer look.
Then they would see, I am vibrant in colour, prolific in nature, and nutritiously life giving.
The majority does not determine the truth .
You cannot just exterminate me, because to you, I am not growing where I am supposed to grow.
Like a dandelion, you must pull me out by the root.
Even then, life will find a way for me to live on.
There is a call on my life even if it’s through those doors to eternity.