You are a stinging bee, flying from flower to flower. None were quite right until you found me, a dandelion. Intrigued by my unique form, you landed. Trying to collect my pollen, I am just a weed I have none, but still you continued to poke and bite, until you blew away all of my seeds, wishing for control. Your violent prodding tore me apart, but what was I to do? I am just a dandelion. I cannot move. I just let it happen. For 2 whole years I let you sting me, it gets harder and harder to cover my stem and my seeds and my leaves. Everyone was convinced that I was a flower, perfect for the bee, but it wasn't until I stung back that I told the garden that I am a weed infecting your lovely patch you call romance. I am a dandelion, a bee has no use for me and I have no need for the bee.
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Jacqueline Schroth
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