Bee Buzz BumbleBee Self Liberation Finding Lost
Learn more about other poetry terms
I am the queen of disorientation.
There were bumble bees building nests in my hair and now I'm made of honey combes;
but sometimes my sweetness can go sour under pressure.
I am just a wandering Bumble Bee, Buzzing around...Flying to each petal of creationDifferent scents of the flowers arousing me With each buzz I expel, I breathe in the sweet nectar of lifeWith each flutter of my wings, I feel the gentle breeze swe
