Buzzes and Words

If bees were as pretty as words
I wouldn’t mind being stung
Over and over again.
Because words killed me
From birth, and woven
Into me from said time
Are words, undying, murderous
And merciless.
Words and buzzes.
The difference lay in
How hard they strike,
How weakly we receive them.
As for me
I had been taken captive
A long, long time ago.