I remember when we were colored
and here are the colors
That I saw in me
First is the color Green
You see, Green for me is not envy
Because that is not in me to be
But when Green
I am my family's legacy
That leaf upon their tree
When I am Brown
I am their soil
The earth which holds their root
And when I am Orange, that is the season
of Harvest
Now their seed spring forth Good Fruit
When the sun rises to his highest,
That's the Golden Time of Day
And my skin reflects this moment
As I bronze beneath the rays
The only Blues I saw were midst the heavens
And God's mercy kept it that way
And when the night comes,
and darkness Embraces Me
And the stars replace the clouds
I hear God say
it is your Blackness
And Being Black, Is Reason For Being Proud.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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