Bees And Flies by Gareth Tembo
Image - blackisbeautiful.se I know of a bee Quite a pretty thing Who is terribly concerned About the honey she makes A lonely bee in a crowded hive It seems the honey she makes attracts flies To me she has revealed That at the window she stands For hours she plans Recipes to pull the guests in “Once I was lucky” she sighs “But he was a fly in disguise” A new found confusion She stirred inside me Did these flies have no suspicion? That they were not really bees Or was she a fly that learnt to make honey I analyzed us as we talked Lacking a mirror I wondered whether I was a fly or a bee