roarwe are not useless as
smooth tongues like to whisper,
drunk on love, sweetly chanting
pink fluff and blather, for beneath
our gorgeous skin lies the heart of
a goddess whose blood boils from
watching repulsive, lying, shadows of
men crush the dreams of her young…her name is woman…she is a
mother and she never sleeps©kat ~ 23 January 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit)




