Do Not Be Deceived Dear One

Doves fly under the sun

So you too have chosen to fly 

With light bouncing off of your back

To be or not to be

        an eye catching feather

        an accomplishment

The one bees fly in the rain

And worms crawl into bird nests for

Do not be decieved dear one

A wasp painted in electric blues and highlighter pinks

Is still

In fact

A wasp

The deep reality of your royal colors

Are not to be wasted on daisies

That have been 

Unbenounced to you

Pre-cut

And already dying

The sunset purple you posess is immaculate

        not a prize

        not a reward

        not an invitation 

It is yours

Only seen by the naked eye

during the time when

the Sun has almost finished 

its journey across the sky

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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