The Black Cat

By Wasibou Abonmai

You are a work of art, and one of a kind, but like any other same.
Frightened and revolted, when they see you stroll across the street
No matter how tame you are, your name they call to give shame
Stump you to question yourself how bad you are till you fleet
Out of shame, out of help; vanished into the woods dark and grey.
They heaved you hatred till you cannot make love anymore at last.
Old beliefs are strong and rigid, but I am not, for I am also a stray
For being black, from our own village, we become such a cast.