Black Cat Cross My Path

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In all honesty, I am just as terrified of domesticated animals as I love them. I particularly find cats fascinating. So, when I turned around and saw a cat right behind me (I would have reacted similarly even if it were a lizard), my exact reaction was ‘cute,’ but more importantly, ‘no, ma’am.’

I was on a break from work, and I was to be off for two days or so. I had gotten out of the house to pick something from my mum’s car, and when I turned around, there was a black cat staring at me a few inches away from the front door. To downplay things a bit, I did not not run. 

Few hours later, what could have been a major fire incident in my home had only been slightly avoided, not without significant effects, and I was visibly shaken. Just thinking about what happened in my home that day still sends chills down my spine.

Now, I mustn’t forget to mention that none of my neighbours own cats, and I haven’t seen any cats in the neighbourhood since then (except yesterday when a ginger cat crossed my path when I was driving- ridiculous, I know), so I have added that day to the list of days that are particularly significant to me.

I was listening to Nina Simone’s ‘Mississippi Goddamn’ again, and when I heard ‘black cat cross my path, I think everyday is gonna be my last,’ I decided to do some research. In summary, the beliefs that people have regarding cats in general, especially black cats, differ.

An explanation that particularly sat with me was that black cats, contrary to common belief, are not bringers of bad luck. They are often used by spirit to warn a person about some kind of danger ahead. 

“All animal spirit guides can appear to warn us of danger, but that does not make the animal themselves ‘bad omens’. It’s the whole ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ thing, ya’ know?” – WIMSA [What is My Spirit Animal]?

So, yeah, I am not crazy. Black kitty really did warn me to be careful so I won’t start a fire. It’s interesting, isn’t it?

I Saw a Man

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‘Sandra’ by Shairi Turner

You are but a boy;
you made me a girlish woman.
Woman had the hots for boy?
I was naive- I’m only human.

You’ve run off to play your games;
yet, I know I will be just fine.
I feel foolish for feeling something;
I could have sworn you were all mine.

Oh boy, yes, you wore the perfect mask.
Now I need deep cleansing and a ‘no-costume’ ban.
‘Cause on the day that I first saw your face,
I was so damn sure- what I saw was a man.

{in numb, slightly girlish voice}
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
I saw a man
If I knew you were a boy,
I’d have stuck to my first plan.

{with crying and regret}
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
If I knew you were a boy,
I’d have said goodbye and ran.

{with screaming and anger}
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!
I saw a man!

{fades}

This is not a poem per se; it’s a song. I just need some help with recording it. I already know what it sounds like; I can almost hear it.
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Around 7.30 pm this evening, I found myself scribbling so fast, and the above is what I got after a few changes. I wrote so quickly, hence, the almost-illegible writing. If I ever get to record and/or perform this piece, I want the chorus to carry the emotions. I want it to be as powerful as the chorus in Patto’s 1970s piece, ‘The Man’
Listen to it. The chorus begins at around 4 minutes into the video: