The Hive

Parenting teens is not for wimps.

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The Hive

In close quarters of

The place you call prison

It is bound to happen

 

The wrong day, the wrong room

The wrong dress, the wrong face

A smile full of freedom

 

Angry hive, unattached, waiting

To land their desperate sting

A swarm with no queen to guide them

 

You stumble out

Alive but marked by

Fear and weak poison

 

Knowing tomorrow I will send you

To fly the same path and I

Will say ridiculous things

 

Like

 

They’re only bees

Lost insects – no mission

Thinking their job is to sting instead of

 

Spreading beautiful things

And I’ll say to you, “Love them,” for one day

They will make honey

 

~Alyson Hinkie, February 24, 2019

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