I wrote this poem when I realized my self worth after dealing with a man that I had been putting up with for a while at the time. This poem is about knowing your self worth. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.


My box is like a flower

Waiting for you to come pollinate it

My box is that sweet nectar

Sweet nectar that you cannot get enough of

You will fly for miles, going

Meadow to meadow and flower to flower

But you will never find my nectar

You will yearn for it

No other flower will compare

None of these others flowers are as sweet

Then one day you realize

My nectar is all you need

You will come back and beg for my nectar

But that nectar will no longer be yours because well you see

Another bee will discover that I am just as sweet

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