( or bumblebee )
I have been stung by many things.
Lovers,
Friends,
And bees.
Fuzzy friends craving the taste of yellow pollen. Spreading the powder like love.
Yellow is my favorite color.
When I look at it, it reminds me that spring will come.
Flowers will bloom, the sun will come out of hiding, and birds will fly home.
When asked what color I associate with love, I answer Yellow.
All the things that bring me joy is Yellow.
Summer, fall leaves, lemonade, bumblebees.
I love bees like I love my scars.
I know they exist. I know that they are there. But when I see them...I get scared.
It hurts when I remember there sting.
So I wear clothes that will cover all of my skin so as not to get hurt again.
But I'm begining to love bumblebees.
I love how they have soft bellies like me. I love that they are fuzzy. I love that they are a little clumsy and become dizzy when they see daisies.
All just like me.
I love how they are also Yellow.
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Fragmentation
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