She flew away
All day
She comes to the far away flower
“You may not know me but I am a mother”
She says and the flower says nothing
Opening her up to everything
“I’m not a fly that greedy,
I have a little one in a home
Inside a tree
I fly all the way to get your sweetness
To mix it with my sweat and love
So it grows in a pile of honey
So it grows and repeats our circle of love,”
Flower watched the flying away bee
And said to herself
“What a spoiled kid,
What a perfect kind”
Remembering himself growing in the shit of cattle
A fight to grow
A fight to be
Sucked up for a spoiled kid
And he knows
It’s nature
It is life
It’s the way of mothers.
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John the Outsider
Picture Nick Victor
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