They swarmed the streets, queen of their hives. Representatives of womankind.
it's our duty to each other as women to vote
Vote
They swarm the streets queens of their hives. Representatives of womankind. They arrive, words sticky and thick, not sweet like the honey they’ve been body busying themselves with. No. These words are fire. Setting ablaze a tradition of silence. of politeness. No. The hum they sing is the Queen Bees’ Song. The kind of song only Queen Bees know. The kind of song that make the children feel belonged. Brings peace and love. Although it's fair to fear the tiger’s roar, it’s the Queen Bee’s warm growling hum we should really listen for.
Notes
What quiet strength do you have that others might miss? What might happen if you turned up this strength’s volume from a light whisper to an approaching swarming growling hum?
