Writing What's Left Unspoken

Writing What's Left Unspoken

Thursday, January 30, 2014

BEEing Me DRAFT🐝

I am a honey bee.
Gently minding my own business, 
this honey bee gets busy.
Collecting nectar, but a different kind.
Thirsting for knowledge, constantly feeding the mind.

I am a honey bee.
Caring for baby sister bees.  
Because I’m the oldest honey bee.
My parents expect me to practice responsibility.

  I am a honey bee.
Don’t mistake my brightness for weakness.
I’m about living life to its fullest, 
indulging in its sweetness!
Don’t fear the sting.  
Friendship is what I bring.

I hear my fellow honey bees.
More than just cleaning up a hive.
One team. One mission.
With many additions.

Exhausted but still determined.
I will continue to flutter on my journey for knowledge.
This is just the beginning.
There is no end. 
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.  




1 comment:

  1. EXCELLENT DRAFT. MY ONLY SUGGESTION IS TRY TO MAKE ELABORATE A BIT MORE ON HOW BEES CAN BE MEAN AND STING PEOPLE AND HOW YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO RELATE TO THAT BECAUSE WE DON'T JUST WANT THE GOOD SIDE OF A BEE. MS(3+)

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