privilege

I want to let a bee into my
home. He may pollenate my
dear, dried roses. He may
educate me on his culture.

I want this bee to come
into my home. Uninvited,
apologetic I tell him everything
will be alright. He stings me,

forces me to understand.
I want this bee to stay inside of me.
Stinger sweetened thigh plump,
pollenated. I don't want Bee to die
for Colony. He's shooting me up--
My fair skinned forefathers must be

so proud.