The honeybees are still generous.
They act delicate with the flower they pick.
But you are certainly not generous
and absolutely not delicate.
You had rather rip the petals off me.
You had rather be selfish.
I still wonder if sweetness has remained a part of me.
YOU ARE READING
In Order To Grow
Poetrybecoming something I've always deserved to be empowering my soul and my mind fighting for me