Today we can cry the tears we held down while hitting streets and making voices heard for what was being taken. Tomorrow we will tighten our laces and push forward for everyone’s right to exist and thrive. Let healing and forgiveness be in our hands to give to those who wake up in this. Let …
Author Archives: Kat
Accidents
I never meant to start this but I’m not sorry I’m here. It’s like a time line into my own lucidity and lunacy. Things I very much keep a tight lip on. Feeling mental. Feeling cold. Feeling oddly… motivated. Upheaval to evolution and poof… back to feeling like I can barely contain a grasp on …
Stars
I wish I could peel off what it is I see and hold it out for you too view, so you can behold the light that beams from inside you. Your kindness, your self assured energy, your sly smiles, and wit. I wish I could help you be less afraid, that I could love into …
Gilded
I know I am but a bird in a glided cage. Surrounded by bobbles and shiny distraction to make me forget this is not my home. Wings clipped, i can no longer fly on the wind that once took me to each new adventure. My view, through bars, but if I get close enough I …
Another Saturday
The world has been collapsing into chaos for months… But all I can think about is the sound of your laugh, the way smiles reach your eyes, the smell of your cologne, how your finger tips on my skin felt. But none of it’s real… I am painfully aware none of it is real. I …
Growing Up
The boys I liked never liked me. They didn’t walk me home, or sit outside my house throwing rocks, or tell the other boy to ‘fuck off’ They never wrote poems about my smile, or complimented my shampoo, they didn’t stand on cafeteria table and sing songs from the 80s. They walked right past me …
Being silent to listen…
I am a talker but only to drowned out my thoughts… because when it is quiet, there is nothing but constant chatter in my head. I’m taking note of everything, looking for patterns, threats, admiring how the light today reminds me of a poem I read… Constant. Noise. It’s exhausting. The older I get the …
Tuesdays
I am enough.And I am not sorry you never saw that. Because if you had I would have settled for “it’s not so bad” forever. I would never have pushed my boundaries to grow, expect better, to want more from others. I would have been oh-too-small for all the big things I really want.So thank …
Memento Mori
I’ve been angry at you for so long, I’m not sure I could ever find enough words to describe why. You left cold aches in places of my heart that were once filled with afternoon laughter and secrets. My first best friends, familia. And we may have drifted as I got busier and you got, …
Hit
I dont talk about this often. And sure there’s a difference between slapping a hand and what a lot of us went through as kids. I remember not understanding why my sister wouldn’t spank my nephew is was… 11 when he was born, I really thought that’s how your parented a child, with violence and …
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