The Bee

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She tries. Truly I know she does.
She is clumsy with her heavy steps
Her awkward hands as she coaxes me onto her fingertips.
But I am tired, and there’s sugar on her skin,
So I will rest, I will drink, and then I will leave.

I found her again.
Had I teeth they would be chattering
From the chill in the wind.
Her hands are still covered in sugar,
She holds me and blows warm air,
So I might fly away once more.

Once a helper
Now my fate of death for simply being small.
I watch as she tucks my body into the earth,
As she cries,
Begs and apologises.
But in death I know she is still kind,
She leaves honey beside me,
So that as I sleep
I will never be hungry.

Notes

Notes

Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation. 
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. 
The Bee [2024] is a prose poem in the perspective of a bee. Over the course of two weeks, I had been feeding this small bee. He was always on my table or the railing. But one day he must’ve been on the ground because I realised I had accidentally stepped on and killed him. I was pretty upset over the fact and wrote this to help deal with my emotions at the time. 
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Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.

“…simply being small” is a nod to a quote from Althea Davis’ poem ‘Kinder Than Man’. The original quote is ‘I pray that nobody kills me for the crime of being small. And if I’m killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man’

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Althea Davis