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In twenty twenty I lost my best friend & mom,

Second time first time January two fifteen,

Lost my baby sister,

I morn them both until my end draws to a close,

Met a lovely black calico and her two adult kittens,

One evening in August the scary smoker neighbor brought by,

Miss Emily the black calico and two baby kittens filled one hand,

The neighbor I secretly called the white raisin,

Kittens barely old Eyes still closed,

Birth in her little red mustang,

Scary Sherry had started in that cold fall leaving a window open,

Figuring she could feed momma kittens and her adult cats on her car,

In low rent crappy housing in Ossian Iowa poor are treated as without heart and brain,

Scary Sherry told me they will die outside,

Instead I took them in,

I had intended on being rid crappy ass low rent housing,

I lived on a rail track Ossian Iowa,

By September tenth I wanted to shuck this Iowa corn husk,

Landlady sent notice I was not to feed strays,

Fuck that I will always feed those in need,

HEART in Decorah,Iowa, helped me fix Emilies older kittens both black and white,

HEART found foster homes for the two black n whites,

Then HEART found permanent forever homes for the girls,

In November I brought to Iowa fir a visit a beautiful black and white names Sammy,

Sammy brought his human,

Sammy a Georgian boy,

Knew he would always find a home with me,

He stayed for Thanksgiving,

My kitty girls loved him,

He had never known kittens,

They raised threw out my mobile home,

Even my oldest loved his human,

In Spring of twenty-twenty one I returned to Georgia,

I imagined the best Thanksgiving in years like in twenty&twenty,

I was a fool,

This Valentine I sent an old friend his favorite cat food,

I feel slighted,

My intellect slandered,

It wasn’t a bribe,

Cost me under thirty-five of my mom’s inheritance returned to me,

I am often surprise when those that were christian judges me by their believes for I do not hold with their doctrine fir I am not Christian,

My grandma dad’s mom last name Kleeman was Yiddish a daughter of David,

I carry my believes and my mothers heart and practices,

‘Give fully of your heart!’

To thine own self be true!

I do not have to fit others ideas of who I am,

Was seeking a woman I strove to love, live and care for all my life,

Found to be much like invisible man,




One a.m. I feel plundered by ravens,

Left for dead,

Rotting in the Iowan summer sun.

Because the woman I had fallen for Sammy’s human thinks this poet doesn’t know what a period is for.

My poetry is not an essay,

If you must read Essays ‘Charles Lamb’s’ the dude you need not Val the lesbian poet,

Its feelings,

I can not expect the world to grasp my heart,

I would love finding a companion,

Another artist who got it,

But like a canker sore pussy and painful,

Looking is not finding,


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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