Q&A --- between a Bee & Me

Are you proud you fly
in spite of wings
that are engineered “impossible”?

Yes…
but I’m tired.

Do you see your queen
upon a throne, and
think it
rightly so?

No…
but I’m fine.

Can you smell my fear
when you’ve
ensued?

Why…
Can you
smell mine?

To sting and die;
is it better still
to breathe and
let it be?

I’ve thought the same
of you before, as you’re
the same as me.

In the bitterness of bitter skies
as bitterness annoys…
While buzzing through our bitter sky,
would you rather keep your poise?

Very early on I’ve learned
through all my bitter joys:
If you ever truly want a thing,
you had better make some noise.

Working all your life
to make the lives of others sweet,
Are there better ways to spend your days
before your heart is out of beat?

The heart of life’s
to be
a part of life,
and the epitome of me
is the heart of life
so a part of life
I will always bee.

Dedicated to women, soldiers, minorities, the disabled , the working class heroes and anyone else who finds they too fit somewhere within this honeycombed metaphor. May the misconceptions of why you fly and the misunderstandings of who you are never make life less sweet.



Bee Facts alluded to throughout this poem:

Modern Science says it's aerodynamically impossible for bees to fly.
A colony of bees consists of 20,000-60,000 honeybees and one queen.
Bees can smell a human being's adrenaline that is produced by fear.
Only worker bees sting, and only if they feel threatened and they die once they sting.
The honeybee's wings stroke 11,400 times per minute, thus making their distinctive buzz.
It takes about 556 workers to gather 1 pound of honey from about 2 million flowers.
Honey bees are environmentally friendly and are vital as pollinators.