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Thursday, April 15, 2010

If I Don't Write I Might Go Wild




















A cat confined to a small cage

is gonna build up a lotta rage


Frothing at the mouth to get out

she is gonna fume and flail about


Holding her down works not

for she has already been caught


Taking away the home she knew

offering her hope far and very few


Giving herself very brief respite

to catch her own self in mid flight


Mindful of a stranger offering food

sometimes she's prone to be crude


Sticking fine claws into open hand

drops of blood fall upon hot sand


Creature misunderstood by so many

more polished than the prettiest penny


Viewed by tourist from world afar

known by only those who truly are


Ahead of her time and so alone

chewing upon an age old bone


Dishonored and left for wild

Abandoned as a young child


Raised by a heart full of dreams

Born without material means


Taught herself to write the wrong

singing her lonely minstrel's song


Fending for many at an unearthly age

unconscious others put her in a cage


Hurt by those who feigned to love her

watch her roar after you make her purr


Sure-footed and finding her own way

beware our you may be her feast, today!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Am I pissed? You bet.

So many dirty moles who are so fearful to get their hairless heads wet.

Asking me questions you would not believe about a loving life I did so receive ... because I do the inner work , while they play on the outside.

 A cat and mouse game.

No more getting caught ...

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