To be or not to bee

A wasp alone its babies flown it sits on a deserted nest

No longer accepted it sits rejected emptiness east and west

Its biting sting no friend does bring by other hives despised

Now rejected in color reflected a wasp can not be a bee disguised

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

A lonely, stinging portrait of exile—simple rhyme carrying a deeper ache of rejection.
That final line lands with quiet truth: you can’t disguise what the world refuses to accept.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas for the review and comment it means a great deal

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Soren, however hard I try, I can not soften to the plight of the wasp. Now bees are a different matter altogether and I can tell them apart. Been stung by a couple of wasps in the past. I enjoyed your poem. Have a happy Wednesday.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for your read and comment. I had to remove some paper wasp nests from the eves of my house in that I had to get on the roof and they were in the way. They and I coexist in peace and I felt bad making them homeless but had no other choice. Now I watch them sit all day on the doorframe not aggressive but homeless and i would infer sad. They hold no ill will. The only time I have been stung by them in the past is when I had unwittingly grabbed hold of them being my fault not theirs

[Chris Shaw]

That is actually quite sad your explanation Soren, and while I am not a fan of wasps, I personally would not be able to kill another living creature . Thank you for providing some background. There is a metaphor here too. All the best.