we women aren't much different from the bees
born to nurture, to bear
our hearts hums a rhythm that's dismissed often,
because they'll only hear what's pleasant to their ears
they keep us just to take and take,
a culture of hives,
we cannot escape
the wings we were born with aren't our own,
but something for them to exploit till our last breaths
but like bees we also sting,
for power can be found in the most trivial things
tiny forms, gaping gashes
