The Prayer of a Black Person

A dear friend of mine, currently resident in Sierra Leon, forwarded a mail to me.  Let me also forward it to you.  This is the message:

This is deep, so take your time.



The Prayer of the Black Person

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 ‘Labeled’

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

that grows the food you need…

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!

This continent and its people are rich and beautiful.


About Danso W.

Because He is Who He is...I will be what I should be...
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4 Responses to The Prayer of a Black Person

  1. Elidad Kwasi Addo says:

    wow I’m touched .I read a rhyme today that talks of the black color being beautiful and I didn’t understand why black which scientifically presumed as the absence of white light (thereby its not a color) is beautiful. But from the article I now know I’m made of the image of God . God bless u Sir.


  2. shaaibatu Abdul Rasheed says:

    wow am inspired


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