Black History Month: African Poetry

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 me someone

who receives the hatred stare?

Black is the color of the bruised eye

when someone get’s hurt.

Black is the color or darkness,

black is the color of dirt.

How come my bones structure

is so thick,

my hips and cheeks are high?

How come my eyes are brown

and not the color of daylight sky?

Why do people thinks I’m useless?

How come I feel so used?

Why do people see my skin

and think that 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” as

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 redo creation

and make everyone the same?

God Answers

Why did I make you Black?

Why did I make you Black?

Get off your knees and look around,

and tell me what you see?

I didn’t make you in the image of darkness,

I made you in the image 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 keep people warm.

I made you from the rich, dark earth

That can grow the food you need.

Your color is the same as the Black stallion,

a majestic animal indeed.

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 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 color of midnight sky

I put the star’s 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 full so when you kiss the one

that you love, they remember.

Your stature is strong, your bone structure

To withstand the burdens of time.

The reflection you see in the mirror…

The image that looks back is MINE.

–Unknown African Poet

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