The swarm of bees
scorns me with its stingers
plunging in and out of my flesh
slowly but surely injecting its poison into me.
The eyes of hawks that burn
holes through my skin
all the way to the bone
never stop watching over me
never stop gawking at me.
The mouths of howler monkeys
never are shut always screeching and howling
about the way they see me
and whether they agree with me or not
with whom I am by my appearance and interest.
The parasites of the wild
are always trying to feed
their fill or even more than their fill off of me.
Biting and sucking the life out of me
as if my meaning in life was to be fed off of.