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There's scantily hid hate in your eyes
when you speak around me
like my presence here stings;

honey, I sure didn't take 
anything, but you mistake 
me for a worker bee.

I'm learning that ugly  
doesn't manifest itself with-
out beauty to oppose 

(look at me bloom 
every day). You can't dim 
this smile, a token of my royalty.