Adjective

Adjective: priceless

So precious that its value cannot be determined

I’m Priceless

You can’t define my worth to a simple price list 

I keep my head up through tough times, guess you can call me timeless

Get behind it

My mental will never change, call me confident 

It’s common sense, ask about me I’m not incompetent

In present tense 

Can’t be defined by like or as I’m not a simile

I’m so authentic with me there’s no duplicity

Unofficially 

My name is Mrs do-too-much when I feel like I’m not doing enough

became my own person, I’m no longer categorized as a rebuff

I’m too tuff

If you haven’t heard I’m a dandelion

my confidence so untouchable, got me feeling like I’m cast iron

Im past tired

everything I do is with intention

So effervescent feel my essence ‘cause my presence is like a present 

I’m adamant 

I know y’all tired of being conceited         

but either get with the program or like Michael Jackson just beat it

This my reason

I will be the first in my family to have the audacity

My ego will be so big it will take up full capacity

I got vivacity

the quality of being attractively lively and animated

I can’t let nothing take me out mind, gotta stay concentrated

I’m never fading

No one’s words will ever flow like mine

ask my mom why I’m so confident she’ll tell you it’s about damn time

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Did you know that I am a dandelion? 

My hair grows like a wildflower and is hard to tame 

Don’t touch my hair. To me, it’s a prized possession. With it, I’m like a lion with its mane

I’m very hard to get rid of, like a beautiful nightmare

I am powered by the sun. As long as it’s there I’m here

I’m not a rose that needs to be taken care of and a whole bunch of sympathy 

I’ll make my existence known

I grow straight through the concrete 

I love a challenge and can take your words down on a piece of paper and make them grow with me

I’m like the sugar in your coffee

Without it, your morning will be bitter

Not many people like me but I take pride in my stance

I’m somewhat delicate but as rough as the cold

You may not want to see me

But you just might want to be me 

I am conceited and know my worth and as I wither away, my roots are already planted and you cannot get rid of me

My seeds are everywhere and I will  keep coming back 

No matter how many times you rip me out, my roots will stay the same 

So I’m gonna ask you again and this is my last time asking

Do you know that I’m a dandelion?

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