KAT Hunt

Joined December 2021

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Bio

I grew up in a small town in Oregon. In 2nd grade (circa 1984), I was entered into a poetry contest. I won 3rd place and was awarded a small check and a certificate signed by President George Bush Sr. I have been writing ever since.

Stories (35/0)

To the Daughter I Never Had
I lay in bed stroking my tummy and ribs I wonder how it would feel to carry you How it would be to know you were growing inside
By KAT Hunt11 months ago in Poets
The Advocate
How can I not say gay when I was born this way How can I help when children's lives are in the sway How can I help Them
By KAT Hunt11 months ago in Poets
Survivor
I am no longer a victim to my victimization A participant in my own isolation I am no longer held captive by blinding fear
By KAT Hunt12 months ago in Poets
What if?
What if I knew who I was long before If I believed in myself, would I be more What if I could have seen you were unwell?
By KAT Hunt12 months ago in Poets
Dear Bestie
I wish you could see yourself the way I do The talented, beautiful, amazing you The way my heart swells when I see your face
By KAT Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Blackbird
"Blackbird" I didn't know I could feel how I do That I would fall so quickly and deeply for you It's like our souls have know each other for an eternity
By KAT Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrity
Life has hit you with so many highs and lows And I'm sure it's been harder than anyone knows It can be tough to accept emotions that are uncomfortable or intense
By KAT Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Unseen
"Somebody see me!" You want to scream aloud As you go through life; a chameleon in a crowd You feel broken. Your brain works differently than others' do
By KAT Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Q
Pulsing music, flashing lights Dancing in the Colorado night Bodies move with rhythmic grace Glowing smiles on each face
By KAT Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Insta-friends
I call you "friend" but you don't know me We're not friends, not really I truly mean it when I wish you well But we aren't friends, not I can tell
By KAT Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Holidays
This is the time of year I miss them most Songs, decorating, laughter, and food are whispers of their ghosts I do my best but it becomes harder each year
By KAT Huntabout a year ago in Poets
Sister Moon
Moon Maiden. Celestial woman. Your power reaches the earth and influences it so easily. Forever bound to the sea through a connection no one understands.
By KAT Hunt2 years ago in Poets

KAT Hunt

Bio

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To the Daughter I Never Had

The Advocate

Survivor

What if?

Dear Bestie

Blackbird

Celebrity

Unseen

Q

Insta-friends

Holidays

Sister Moon

Stories (35/0)