Black cats- part 1 from poetry collection; Bad luck is a blessing

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We are like black cats,

sent to the back of class.

Realized we were bad luck,

Realized we were not good enough to be loved.

We are not white doves.

We never will be.

We are black cats.

Sentenced to be alone,

We outgrew our homes.

Sent to Rome into the unknown.

And now when we sleep,

It's not soundly anymore.

We sleep on a blanket of fear,

Our pillows are made of bad luck.

Our mattress, contradiction.

Drowning in an ocean of tears.

Silenced by all the years,

So no one hears us anymore.

I am a black cat.

I've loved and I've lost.

To what cost?

They win,

Let them win

But never let them in.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 27, 2015 ⏰

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