Poem -

Wasp

Wasp

Busy bees fly around: 

buzz buzz
buzz buzz 

it gives me a headache. 
They're always there
making noise non stop. 

But I am not included. 
I am not a bee. 

I'm a wasp. 
I sting people
once,
twice, 
and maybe even a third time. 

Yet at the sound of me
I am still swatted away, 
attacked.

I am not much different than them. 
I sting and I buzz. 

But I don't look the same. 
Nor do I sound the same. 

That is my only sin.

I am alone. 
In this world full of bees. 
I've had a rough life, 
have a hard exterior
I am a wasp. 

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Link to a reading: https://soundcloud.com/lily_cas/wasp

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Lost

This is brilliant

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Lily Cas

Thank you! It's a random write that came to me last night :)

xxxLily

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Lily Cas

This is much different than my usual work...the last few things I have written have been out of my comfort zone. I'm trying to broaden my capabilities, for lack of better words. Rhyming is my niche. I'm glad you enjoyed I was a bit unsure about it. Life is hard especially if you're different and don't fit in with the crowd surrounding you. I have never done so and have always been told I seem unapproachable and a harsh looking face...which i don't get cause I'm just a bubble of happiness and energy. I do have my bad days though. But again glad you enjoyed thank you!! :)) Always love your feedback!

xxxLily

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