She was a black cat. Pregnant at that unfortunate moment. Being black, was that her mistake? A witch as people often like to call to one similar to her. Or the fact she lived with us? Who knows but those decent people? Why? Such a hideous act? I don’t know. Her bones in the back were broken, her unborn kittens fell off her womb, eating was a far-fetched story she couldn’t event excrete. It wasn’t enough until on another unfortunate day someone murdered her. And to this day it comes, again those little speechless (or at least a speech we devious human don’t deserve to understand), innocent little kitten of mine were attacked. He wasn’t black in colour! Oh no. But he limbs today. I can’t allay his pain or his fear. He is scared to come near to any human. He doesn’t understand.
God help me, may I never crave for someone’s flesh. No I don’t believe to ever be served justice from this society but if karma exist! Oh I want to curse, my heart is pained, but my ethics don’t teach me so. God help those decent people if karma only exist. I pray god, you don’t give them the same fate as my BLACK cat was served and my lil kitten is having for there is a difference in me and them. I would rather be accused then be called equal among them. I don’t expect solace, I only seek my heart’s desire to write this. For words are all I’ve got, I don’t know how to perform such an act of drama or to fake at such great levels. For I have endured it since I was also in my mother’s womb. But no complains because I never learnt to seek solace among this society. God bless us all. Give us good, show us good, make us pass the good sweet lord.