I am a feline, With black and shiny fur Not a bearer of bad luck. Every time I walk so many turn away , God! Why did you make me this way?
History hold examples , Of me being good. Is it because I am not white or brown, Or any colour you like? Or maybe I am different, Something you dislike?
Look through my eyes, And you will know How the world I see. Walk in my shoes, And when you wear yours again , A better person you will be.
The 1st stanza talks about the superstition that a black cat crossing your path is bad. The 2nd stanza deals with racial discrimination. The 3rd stanza connects the first two and asks the people to empathise with them.