I was a dandelion puff…
Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence.
Others saw the potential of what I could do for them,
so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs.
They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots,
changing me to suit them.
Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.