"Lord, why did you make me black?"
Lord, Lord
Why did You make me Black?
Why did You make me someone
The world wants to hold back?
Black is the color of dirty clothes;
The color of grimy hands and feet.
Black is the color of darkness;
The color of tire-beaten streets.
Why did You give me thick lips,
A broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did You make someone
Who receives the hatred stare?
Black is the color of a bruised eye when someone gets hurt.
Black is the color of darkness. Black is the color of dirt.
How come my bone structure's so thick,
My hips and cheeks so high?
How come my eyes are brown,
And not the color of daylight sky?
Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do some people see my skin
and think I should be abused?
Lord, I just don't understand
What it is about my skin.
Why do some people want to hate me
And not know the person within?
Black is what people are "listed,"
when others want to keep them away.
Black is the color of shadows cast.
Black is the end of the day.
Lord, You know my own people mistreat me;
and I know this just isn't right.
They don't like my hair, or the way I look
They say I'm too dark, or too light.
Lord, don't You think it's time
For You to make a change?
Why don't You re-do Creation
And just make everyone the same?
GOD answered:
Why did I make you Black? Why did I make you Black?
Get off your knees and look around.
I didn't make you the image of darkness,
I made you the likeness of ME!
I made you the color of coal,
From which beautiful diamonds are formed.
I made you the color of oil,
The Black Gold that keeps people warm.
I made you the rich, dark earth
that can grow the food you need.
Your color's the same as the panther's,
known for beauty and speed.
Your color's the same as the Black stallion,
a majestic animal is he.
I didn't make you in the image of darkness,
I made you the likeness of ME!
All the colors of the heavenly rainbow,
Can be found throughout the nation.
But when all those colors were blended together,
You became My greatest Creation!
Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool,
Such a humble little creature is he.
I am the shepherd who watches for them,
I am the One who will watch over thee.
You are the color of midnight sky.
I put the twinkle in your eye.
A smile hidden behind your pain....
That's why your cheeks are so high!
You are the color of storm clouds formed
When I send my strongest weather.
I made your lips full, so when you kiss the one
You love they will remember
Your stature is strong, your bones are thick,
To withstand the burdens of time.
Everytime you look in the mirror...
The image that looks back is MINE!
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Be thankful for the gift of life. The enjoyment of life is what really matters. It is the acceptance of the truth on how God created us is realy important. There is beauty in color black.
yes that's true
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Great work of expression
I have read poems. But this was gets the cake. Just wonderful art in words!
really!
thank you so much...
jobelle, this was a lovely
jobelle, this was a lovely poem. i'll always remember this one. no words can ever say what i feel for this one! thanks for an excellent blog!
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Wishing you happiness always!
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