"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Monday, April 25, 2011

Long live the underdogs

I would like to be a dandelion
with a wild yellow mane
adaptable and sturdy
a scrappy Jesus flower
judged and despised
by people with power
(those fancy pharisees)
but beloved by appreciators
of the underdog
it is no respecter of yard
rich poor gay straight
brown black or white
probably a few tax collectors
and prostitutes in there too
and even though many
try to murder it
again and again it returns
it's very life carried
by the wishes of wind
which moves as the spirit
we are told
until victorious it rises
stout face to the sun

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