I have never gotten a bee sting.
Whenever the yellow rocket flies near i flee in fear Afraid of a pain I've never felt. I imagine being pierced simply because my innocent body happened to coexist in the wrong place. What an injustice it is to live your life inhabiting pain when you mean no harm. I have never gotten a bee sting, Yet i picture the queen demanding her swarm to attack and destroy me for making myself vulnerable to her wrath. My skin aches at the thought of this phenomenon. Then as time went on I learned I was not exempt from this right of passage, in reality I had been stung many times before. Bees never visit me in their traditional garb, they'd rather adorn themselves in human skin, seduce me with love, and feed me honey'd words of affirmation, only to leave their stinger in my heart. So I appeared normal, unphased by the betrayl of this insect. Until the bees began traveling to my thoughts and disguised themselves as self hatred leaving their marks on my flesh after all.
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Author- A pro black queer feminist writer and poet from Alabama. I write to inform and to open the doors of people's minds. The fact is that I am a minority living in a state more red than Donald Trump's scalp under his bird nest toupee, and this fact helps me to give a different perspective than the status quo. Dive into the waters of my mind and don't forget a safety raft. Archives
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