I am the yellow-faced flower

that dots the lawns of prominent business,

suburban homes,

faulted parking lots and back alleys.

I am the Dandelion!

You try to rid yourself of me:

you beat me, gas me, burn me.

You study my genetic code

and try to wipe me out,

but like my friends, 

the cockroach and the louse

I am eternal!

You try to domesticate me,

but my seeds parachute to safety.

You patronize me as your state flower,

but I leave your hands sticky and smelly.

You sever my roots and I multiply!

Can't you gaze at the clusters of my kinfolk

and talk poetically about our blossoms

being a reflection of the sun?

It's better for your society

to make amends for what it's done!

I will persist!

I am a Rebel.

I am a Dandelion!