Bee’s offer honey far more readily than they sting

Don’t discount me yet, due to one sharp attack

Words can hurt, I know this true

But I have so much more good to offer to you.

Some tears may fall, from time to time

The sun may seem to set some days

On others it will shine

My ferocity is most always driven by love

Not always understood or accepted

Or generally respected

A sting is protection

My hive is my home

Though if I care I will give you what I can

I will give it all till it’s gone.