The "Felis Catus" of pitch dark fur,
Scratching at the shiny glass barricade
Beckoned to the feline owning snowy fur,
Just to say,"Let's have a talk mate!"

The white cat, consumed by its ego,
Made its respect for the fellow cat forego,
With a reluctant purring yawn,
It gave the impression,"Whatever, Go on!"

The black cat asked with a puzzled voice
"Why must a person have a peculiar choice?"
He lets me not to cross the streets in peace
while treating me like a stereotypical malice."

The latter replied,"the ugly sign bearer is never welcomed with a warm heart.
Your colours show off dismay and depression,
Why must you be treated with a positive impression?
The superiority running in my blood,
Is much brighter than your colour of mud."

"My poor master of dark complexion,
A former office worker receiving low pension,
Never once got a proper promotion,
With the fairer ones possessing discriminatory emotions."

"Much as we are pale from the outside
More do our valour and strength sparkle from inside.
Ought we therefore to sit at the top,
Whist at the bottom will the unlightened ones drop. "

"Undeniably its appearance denotes evil and despair
Even so, as living beings we bear,
The sweet feelings of joy and care.
Through decades past and incoming centuries,
Our women have been victims of colourism and shadeism,
Are you not purposely inflicting terrorism,
Only for them to yell out of their miseries?"

"Indifferent will I be to your talks of emancipation,
For I am too occupied with my brighter complexion,
Glistening waves of colour white,
Shall by virtue dominate over black with might,
Now it's time to bid you goodbye,
For I enjoy not the company of a cat,
Who is a pain in the eye,
If you are symbolic of dismay and depression,
How can the world treat you with a positive impression? "






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