I want to run away

my dad yelled at me today

He never knows how to say

He’s sorry

His love for me is like an old avacado that was thrown forcibly on the ground

Mushy mushy

And brown


And sometimes, I feel like a bee

Bumbling around, looking for avocado trees

Wishing my dad

Would show some love for me

Oh, the bees

Who are dying at an increasingly alarming rate

(The systemic nature of the problem makes it complex, but not impenetrable. Scientists know that bees are dying from a variety of factors — pesticides, drought, habitat destruction, nutrition deficit, air pollution, global warming and more. Many of these causes are interrelated. The bottom line is that we know humans are largely responsible for the two most prominent causes: pesticides and habitat loss.)

Maybe I’ll die like a bee

No pollen for me

And then my dad will wish

He gave some love 2 me

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