What's Real
Unbound by all their judgement, I lie, eyes closed in bed.
Untouched by all their punishment, sweet dreams now fill my head.
Pretty dreams of kitty and lovely dreams of kin.
Those may not share blood with me but for them I'd shed skin.
The threats of rape and beatings drowned out by my kittens soft meows.
The over rough man handling is less real than friend's vows.
What you see and hear and smell, always more apparent and more real.
But don't forget the truth of what inside you always feel.
Copyright © Max Gren | Year Posted 2020
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