Queen Bee

A Queen is a Queen
She is a tired soul
She gives every piece of herself
And it leaves a dark hole
She loves so she nurtures
She feeds and sustains
But her giving can cause hidden weakness
And her soul drains
Piece by piece they take and they sting,
Although its taken with love and worshiping
She gives without want or praise or money
So she spreads out her hands and says
Here’s some more, honey