Honey bee

Spill your beans Honey bee-

my asymmetrical butterfly.

Hidden behind anxiety pills,

is our voice-

carrying our screams. We

aren’t clergy but measly

church mice-

Speak Honey bee but,

let it be worthy circumstance,

that guides your tongue.

It’s our moment in the Sun;

I know you feel the heat.

Fret not though-

our embryonic cages

came without instructions.

Life then, becomes a grudging

companion to experience-

something you carry in abundance.

Scream Honey bee and try not,

to be gentle-

may your Odyssey be written,

in common tongue.

To be read by everyone.

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