This poem was inspired by Genesis 1:26 and 27
Lord, Lord, Why did you make me black? Why did you make me someone the world wants to hold back? Black is the colour of dirty clothes; the colour of grimy hands and feet. Black is the colour of darkness; the colour of tire beaten streets. Why did you give me thick lips, a broad nose and kinky hair? Why did you make me someone who receives the hatred stare? Black is the colour of a bruised eye when somebody gets hurt Black is the colour of darkness. Black is the colour of dirt. How come my bone structure's so thick; my hips and cheeks are high? How come my eyes are brown and not the colour of the 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 is it 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? GOD Answered: Why did I make you Black? Why did I make you Black? Get off your knees and look around, Tell me, what do you see? I didn't make you in the image of darkness, I made you in the likeness of ME! I made you the colour of coal from which beautiful diamonds are formed. I made you the colour of oil, the black gold that keeps people warm. I made you from the rich, dark earth that can grow the food you need. Your colour’s the same as the panther's known for (her) beauty and speed. Your colour’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 in the image of ME! All the colours of a heavenly rainbow can be found throughout every nation; but when all those colours were blended well;
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 them. I am the one who watches over thee. You are the colour of the midnight sky; I put the stars' glitter in your eyes. There's a smile hidden behind your pain; that's the reason your cheeks are high. You are the colour of dark 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 bone structure is thick to withstand the burdens of time. That reflection you see in the mirror...the image that looks back is MINE!
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