Burgeoning, a blooming, Flowers unfurl. Petals fan out in coronation; Swelling, a puffed out chest, A shimmering crown; What is this bloom, this change? Rafflesia? No, dandelion: Teeth of the beast, a prideful grin Consisting of daggers in neat rows. Nip at iron and taste crimson With each intrusion and infraction. A face wreathed in rays, like the Majesty of the sun at zenith. Spit on the earth, tear the concrete, And bellow with pride, for I am. I shall be. I will be.