Why am I black

The author is unknown, but this poem is beautiful!


Why Did You Make Me Black Lord? 
  
Lord ... Why did you make me black? 
Why did you make someone 
the world would hold back? 
  Black is the color of dirty clothes, 
of grimy hands and feet... 
Black is the color of darkness, 
of tired beaten streets... 
  
Why did you give me thick lips, 
a broad nose and kinky hair? 
Why did you create someone 
who receives the hated 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. 
  
Why is my bone structure so thick, 
my hips and cheeks so high? 
Why are my eyes brown, 
and not the color of the sky? 
Why do people think I'm useless? 
  
How come I feel so used? 
Why do people see my skin 
and think I should be abused? 
 Lord, I just don't understand... 
  
What is it about my skin? 
Why is it some people want to hate me 
and not know the person within? 
Black is what people are "Labelled" 
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 you know this just ain't right... 
  
                  They don't like my hair, they don't like my 
skin, as they say I'm too dark or too light! 
Lord, don't you think 
it's time to make a change? 
  
 Why don't you redo creation 
and make everyone the same? 
  
 God's Reply: 
  
Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black? 
I made you in the color of coal 
from which beautiful diamonds are formed... 
I made you in the color of oil, 
 the black gold which keeps people warm. 
  
Your color is the same as the rich dark soil 
Your color is the same as the black stallion and 
 panther, Oh what majestic creatures indeed! 
  
All colors of the heavenly rainbow 
 can be found throughout every nation... 
When all these colors are blended, 
   you become my greatest creation! 
  
 Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool, 
   such a beautiful creature is he... 
I am the shepherd who watches them, 
 I will ALWAYS watch over thee! 
  
You are the color of the midnight sky, 
I put star glitter in your eyes... 
There's a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain... 
That's why your cheeks are so high! 
  
You are the color of dark clouds 
from the hurricanes I create in September... 
I made your lips so full and thick, 
so when you kiss...they will remember! 
  
Your stature is strong, 
 your bone structure thick to withstand the 
 burden of time... 
The reflection you see in the mirror, 
  
that image that looks back, that is MINE! 
 So get off your knees, 
look in the mirror and tell me what you see? 
  
I didn't make you in the image of darkness... 
I made you in the image of ME!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Poem A Day: From Chapel to Hearse

Poem A Day: From Chapel to Hearse; This poem was written circa 2004-2005. I remember reading it to someone in high school and they responded with, "I was deep." Not the first and definitely not the last time I was told that. I enjoy reading my poetry that I wrote years ago. It helps me remind me of emotions I felt during that time. It also reminds me of how far I have came as a writer/poet.  From Chapel to Hearse   I admire your features, Think of me at your own leisure, I'm measuring you, Asking how long is a meter, Hop in my two-seater, Take a ride with me, Don't take this relationship lightly, I think of you highly, I want to be with you nightly, I got a fetish for your body, Looking at you arouses me, I'm anticipating you being my spouse to be, Come lay with me, stay with me, Hold me, take hold of me, Make the most of me, Everything about you is intriguing, Without you, there is no meaning, Your heart is in good keeping, ...
Read more

Do You Remember?

 Do you remember your first period? I remember when I had my first period. I was twelve, actually closer to thirteen. It was in September, my birthday is in October. I wasn't feeling well at my grandmother's funeral, and when we got home, I notified my mother that something was different. I knew what to do because she we discussed the inevitable frequently.  I got sick, I mean real sick. I was sick to the point that everything on my body ached especially my lower abdomen and back. I had diarrhea where I ran to the bathroom frequently, headaches, hot and cold flashes, and most of all I vomited to the point where it was just bile coming up. Not to mention a week/two weeks before I started my period, I would experience PMS (Premenstrual Syndrome). My mood swings were/are sometimes dangerous.  I remember dreading my period coming up because of how it made me feel; still to this day I usually have the same feeling. My period warranted me the option of staying home from school ...
Read more

Poem of the Day: Will Tomorrow Ever Come

Poem A Day: Will Tomorrow Ever Come By: Kristyna Cochran written circa early 2000's.  WILL TOMORROW EVER COME Today I woke up with cold in my eyes, Washed it out, and had pink eye, I thought will tomorrow ever come, Went to the doctor, he gave me eye drops, He said I still had to go to school, My heart stopped, I thought will tomorrow ever come, They started talking about me, I punched everyone that said something bad about me, I thought will tomorrow ever come, I got suspended from school for three days, I got home and thought I could play, Mama picked me up and acted all nice; gave me a kiss, She got all the plates and bowls out the cabinet, And I had to wash every dish, I thought will tomorrow ever come, While I was sneaking out to play basketball, I broke my ankle, I came back in, and momma gave me a whooping I couldn’t handle, I thought will tomorrow ever come, I went to sleep with bruises on my back, I thought will tomorrow ever com...
Read more