It Was the Cat
People look upon my skin
And I know they saw
I look at them and say it was
the cat
The cats claw
It scratched me
Let me bleed red
Their eyes cannot see
What was once there
The story that comes with it
When I tell them it was the cat
I'm not lying
Because I am the cat
I'm a black and white cat
I'm the one who puts the cuts
on my skin
Who feasts among the dirty
rats
I make these marks on me
So that when I look back
I will see
That I was strong
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