Silent Sins ~ by Katrina Curtiss 11.24.21
It is a tedious trek, head kept low Keeping to me the things I know Privileged by the color of my skin Privileged by the silence of my sins.
A Bullet, A Gun And A Conversation ~ Katrina Curtiss 4/15/2021
A Bullet And Gun 4 16 2021
Bullet: “Ah, what purpose am I?” Gun: “You are my messenger.” Bullet: “Messenger of pain, death, destruction?” Gun: “It’s out of our hands and in the hands of humans.” Bullet: “But what can a human want of me, but to kill?” Gun: “That all lies in the intention of humans.”…
My Cat And The 4th Of July ~ a short poem by Katrina Curtiss 7/3/2020
Basura 4th of July 2020
Upon this calm night, Basura cat came to me, Asking about our land of liberty As she looked up at me, eyes filled with cat tears I thought back to all of my long ago years. “As a child, I always loved this land of mine My neighbors have always…