Kate's diary: a history of injustice

When just a child, I found a gleaming stone.
A diamond, my wandering dreams it named.
My sister seeing it, cried and cried
she called it hers and quickly lied:
"oh father,father she has my stone!"
Plucked it was from my loving hands
and given as penance for her tears

My mother held my head to heart
and gave peace to anxious trials
Her arms softened my raging fears
and pulled from me a smile
but heaven stole her warmth from me
and lay her body cold
she left me aimless here to flow
and sink to muddy guile

When my body gave way to womanly form
the doors of liberty broke around me
trees no more could be my haven
and every weasling man bloomed quick
into wedding bands heavy and thick
my father dreamed of airing house
of the breath and weight I put there in
But then my heaving heart let fly
the anger breaking from my pores
and I raised to heaven a hellish din
I hoped my waning freedom to win

yet fate holds dear the trick
of giving the carrot with the stick
Fire found fire and burned white hot
it melted fear, revenge and thought
and though I could deep grievance bear
I'd rather flowers of loving peace wear