Black the cat

Is it..is it Deja Vu?

Is it..is it I’m becoming superstitious?

No, I’ve always been one to never split the pole,

So the role..of superstitious was given to me years ago,

Since then,

Days have passed,

Light to dark,

Sun to moon,

Here’s this cat,

Sometimes far, sometimes near,

I always felt like black the cat would follow me around from time to time,

Black always make me wonder,

Why do they always seem to pop up when the light to my luck is low on battery?

Black can sense my sadness and pain wanting to wipe away my joy,

So sometimes Black visits when I’m most happy to remind me sadness is always around the corner,

Black can be so pretty but so cruel,

Black makes me question everything,

It’s not fair I treat Black like this,

If things randomly go right I never think to give Black credit,

When things go wrong Black is facing my every direction,

Black confuses me,

Black is they,

Black is different,

Black doesn’t bring bad luck,

Black brings a thought that leaves you questioning whether you’re going to have a good or bad day based on the color of a cat,

Its kind of stupid if you think about it,

Welp, did I mention I was superstitious?

– Kenny Rhymes