lilliana

lilliana
2002-03-02 22:33:40 (UTC)

Poem for Negroes

by-Ebo

Lord, Lord, why did you make me Black?
Why did You make 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 the 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
are 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 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 ain't right.
They don't like my hair. 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 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. Tell me, what do you
see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness, I made you in
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 from the rich, dark earth that can grow the food
you need.
Your color's the same as the black stallion, a majestic
animal indeed!
I didn't make you in the image of darkness. I made you in
likeness of ME!

All the colors of the heavenly rainbow can be found
throughout every nation.
But when all of those colors were blended, you became my
greatest creation.

Your hair is the texture of lambs wool. Such a humble
little creature is he.
I am the Shepherd who watches them. I am the One who will
watch over thee.

You are the color of midnight sky. I put the stars' glitter
in your eyes.
There is a smile hidden behind your pain. That's why your
cheeks are so high.

You are the color of dark clouds formed, when I send My
strongest weather.
I made your lips so full so when you kiss the one that you
love, they will remember.

Your stature is strong, your bone structure is thick to
withstand the burdens of time.
The reflection you see in the mirror...The image that looks
back is MINE.