My mom is dark, I was brought into the world dark.
In the road my mom died,
Being kicked by individuals for they believe;
she is a misfortune.
Developing in the safe house,
Perceiving how different felines are being embraced,
But me, I am constantly deserted.
Individuals didn't need me for I am a misfortune.
It isn't my decision,
To be left in the sanctuary
Being a dark feline isn't my decision.
As, being dark is certainly not a misfortune.
I am simply trusting,
That one day individuals won't look in the skin shading,
Or on the other hand will quit accepting that I am a scourge.
I am a feline to, much the same as different felines in this public.
We all ought to have our nine lives total.