
unbroken
I remember believing
I might die when you left
yet here I am, breathing…
roses still smell sweet
~kat

unbroken
I remember believing
I might die when you left
yet here I am, breathing…
roses still smell sweet
~kat

if you’ve never been
eye to eye with spitting rage
hate is a shocking shocking aberration
it’s time to wake up
~kat

just a drizzle, they said
’twas a deluge instead
pummeling our heads
rainy days and bad hair
~kat

there is a voice, quiet
as a whisper, irritating
as hell, relentless…
called conscience
~kat

change comes by going there,
politics, religion,
no one deserves the luxury
of neutrality
~kat