They bite my toes.
Those damn mosquitoes.
As if from a spout.
Irritating my capillaries.
As if feasting on berries.
I don't know anyone who likes mosquitoes.
Even the pastors and priests hate those.
I really wish they could be eradicated.
Or at least get us vaccinated.
When I hear them I know,
without biting, they won't go.
That annoying buzzing sound.
Creating anxiety all around.
Those finicky suckers have a preference.
So please don't give them my reference.
Because somehow, just somehow,
I seem to be the one they pick.
Even in a large group,
Like a buffet feast of blood soup.
They still end up picking me.
And land those proboscis on my body.
Maybe my blood is just too sweet.
Or maybe it's bitter, and that's what they like to eat.
Apparently, they are attracted to pheromones,
My distinct body scent to their fraternity is well known!
I wish I had that power over men.
Where my pheromones would instead attract them.
But hey, the mosquitoes like and prefer me.
They are all mesmerized by me, you see!
There is just one other person they prefer over me,
And she happens to be a member of my family.
So when she's around,
I am safe and sound.
But, if you look at it.
Yes, diseases they transmit.
But, you know they're just trying to survive.
Our blood is the stuff that keeps them alive.
Well, I'm not suggesting you invite them all.
To feast on your body and all.
All I'm saying is, look at the intention.
They're really not trying to give you tension.
They're not biting you with intent to hurt.
That's not the reason why they're buzzing under your shirt.
They're just trying to eat a meal.
Although for you and me, it's not ideal.
They are just trying to make it through the day.
Remember how that feels, it's their only way.
I'm not saying, don't kill them.
But understand the what, how, why and when.
If you open those eyes of understanding.
Through everything, the world will still be enchanting.
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