MM Advocacy:
Social Commentary, Blogs & Articles

Katie writes social commentary related to her mission and the causes close to her heart. Watch for two books coming soon, a teaching autobiography and book of Katie's poetry. 

Here are links to some of Katie's Articles (and for some older blogs, see the 'Blogs' page):


To Mask or Not to Mask


The Amazon - Why It's Personal


The Monster on My Neck (in memorium to George Floyd (also see below)


Latest Poem from Katie (see link above to 'like' and 'follow' Katie on Medium):

My way of processing deep sadness, grief, and anger is to write. And I realize it may seem like I am aiming blame at one person — artistically, that’s how the poem wrote itself. Really though, it’s about what he represents, an establishment of old systems that are broken, unsustainable, and causing so much pain, systems that are trying to divide even as we rise to unite. And that we’ve (wait) that I’ve been complicit in allowing such. Yes, it’s time to forgive, to speak up, to unite and demand change. It’s time for evolution; may we birth something beautiful on the other side.

The Monster on My Neck

I can’t breathe under your knee
And the story you keep telling me,
As you decimate the birds and trees
Through rollbacks and corruption,
For the beef that you keep feeding me,
Not roaming free, but from factories
So far out so we don’t hear the screams,
And the modified seed, so unhealthy.
Our beloved endangered species
Are now nearing their mortality,
As the system feeds those with huge money.

“I can’t breathe,

I can’t breathe under your knee
And your firing of the CDC,
Not enough tests or PPE.
And when you were needed to lead,
Instead you lied, talked ratings, and
You removed those who disagreed.
You never speak of the departed;
Confusion is the strategy.
Let’s ignore science and the numbers
And re-open for the economy,
So everyone will vote for me.

“I can’t breathe,
Please, my face.”

I can’t breathe under your knee
And these riots that you blame on me.
While I fall to the ground and seize,
You tweet, incite hatred and brutality.
Hiding under, in your big, white bunker,
From where you dare condemn the wrong enemy.
Divide, based on side and color.
As we stand together in peace, lay in the streets,
And you watch us from TV.
We protest against white supremacy,
And again, you fail to lead appropriately.

“I cannot breathe…
I can’t move.”

I can’t breathe under your knee
And the pipeline that you’re selling me.
Desecrating sacred land,
Yes, it’s a felony
Without accountability,
While young Indigenous women go missing.
But there’s more oil than we need.
Yet we frack and rape and well for greed,
And the line, still it won’t recede.
Oh and by the way, now I can no longer pray
At the sites where my ancestors were buried.

“I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe under your knee
And your wall of separation,
Children dealing with isolation,
Taken from their family at the border
And ICE waiting around the corner.
Thrown in cages, some left to die,
Adopted, not knowing why.
How tired as a collective, are we
From the every day atrocities,
That we’ve forgotten our humanity,
And continue to allow monsters to lead …
And isn’t it interesting, the placement of my own knee?

“I can’t breathe.
Please Sir,
I can’t breathe.”

In memoriam of George Floyd -
May his death not be in vain; may his words be heard in perpetuity.
May we rise above our pain and anger, and take positive, peaceful actions to create a world we love. May we forgive, and may we each live into our own Truth, for our Planet and Her children, and for the next seven generations.
K.Augustine, May 31, 2020

Published in June 1st, 2020