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
