Little cat
Huddles close
For warmth
From her sisters

It can be tough
In a world
Full of hate
Disguised

Masquerading
Street parading
People try
To put her down

But in her heart
And with her sisters
She too
Can soar

Rise above
The sick chaotic
Frenetic
Hectic lies

That seem to drive
The world awry
It’s enough
To make her cry

Many nights
O’r many moons
Yet each day
The sun rises

And she will find
Her way to Be
Free
      Amazing
            Beautiful She

Not the stuff
We see on TV
Packaged
In back-breaking stilts

For who
For what
Our body’s no model
Or pawn
In a sad
      sick
            fantasy

Little cat
Little girl
Little sister
Little me

Don’t worry
We’ll find
A way
To re-paint

Re-write
Re-plant
Re-color
The world

Just as Love
Mother promised
Gifts
Passed on from She