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 me
someone who receives the hatred stare?
Black is the color
of a bruised eye when somebody gets hurt.
Black is the color
of darkness. Back 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 the daylight 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 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 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 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 from 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 in the likeness of ME!
All the colors of a
heavenly rainbow can be found throughout every nation;
And when all those
colors were blended well,
you
became my greatest creation.
Your hair texture
of lamb’s wool, such a humble, little creature is he.
I am the Shepard
who watches them.
I am the One who
will watch over thee.
You are the color
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 color
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 thick to withstand the burdens of time.
The reflection you
see in the mirror…
The image that
looks back at you is MINE!
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Sometimes it can be a struggle being black in America. I want to have pride in being black because too often I'm reminded how inferior being black is. My pride is not to put down any other ethnicity nor to cause divide, but there is no reason why I should have to walk with my head down and shoulders slumped because of the color of my skin. GOD created me. He purposefully created me in the skin I am in. In fact, God created us ALL in HIS image. We were all divinely created by God. We all reflect the goodness of God. No color, no ethnicity is better than any other yet people of color have been treated inferior in this country for way too long. It's time for people to stand up for what is right...to stand against injustices, racism, and ignorance. We must all come together in prayer, love, peace, and unity.
Peace & Blessings!
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