I start to believe
That my heart is like the sea
The sea is filled with a melody
That sounds like the rhythm of the bees
The bees represent me
I roam, I buzz just like the bees
I fly, I die just like the bees

But the color of me is not yellow nor black.
Yellow is not me because it’s of warmth and of weakness.
Black is not me because it’s of sorrow and the unknown .
Yet, my heart is a scarlet red and the sea is a sky light blue.
But yet neither is the color of me
Red is not me because it’s danger and pain.
Blue is not me because it’s calming and true.
I am the only color that surrounds me
The grass and the trees, are the color of me
Green is me because I am jealous and defeated.
I’m jealous because my life has ended as the rest of my family has lived to see another day.
I am defeated because I have drowned in the sea .
I am also the color brown , for which it’s the color that I’m under.
I am put to rest, but my family they start to believe…

That their hearts are like the sea
The sea is filled with a melody
That sounds like the rhythm of the bees
The bees represents you and me