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Black Jesus

Black Jesus
I DO NOT CARE FOR YOUR GOD
WHO WATCHED AS MY PEOPLE SUFFERED
ON THE NILES
ON THE SHIPS
ON THE FIELDS
WHERE THEIR ABUSED HANDS SAGGED NEAR DEATH
AS THEIR CHILDREN WERE TAKEN AWAY

WHEN THEY FELL TO THE BROWN HEATH
OR ROTTING PLANKES
OR SIFTING SANDS
AND TIGHTLY CLUTCHED TO DEATH
SIMPLY TO ESCAPE FROM THE BEATINGS
AND WHIPS
AND HEAT OF THE SUN

NO, I LOVE ONLY MY GOD
WHOSE BROWN EYES ARE KIND AND WISE
WHOSE BROWN SKIN LISTENS AS I PLEAD
WHOSE HAIR ALLOWS ME TO LIFT MY HEAD HIGH WITH PRIDE OF WHOM I AM AND NOT
WHOM YOUR GOD HAS TOLD ME TO BE
i LOVE ONLY DEARLY MY GOD
WHO SNEAKED TO EARTH TO WORK
WILLING BESIDE ME IN THE FIELDS FOR HOURS AND DAYS AND WEEKS AND MONTHS AND YEARS WHO BEAR THE WHIP AS I HAVE
Day and night
Who loved as i had
And saw in the distance as his daughters were raped and his sons were sold
Who left one night for the north and flew back to heaven
who on that same day gave cool rain to my wounds
that slowly gave me hope




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