insights On the possible union of black and white
Massaged with oil to make it shine Yes! In Our Father’s eyes I look divine.
Don’t you remember what happened to our fathers? Haven’t you heard what they did to our mothers? Because of a slave society, They lost all sensitivity For their own identity Thus, given over to sustained inferiority We now chain ourselves in mental slavery.
And: Fair I am, and nothing takes away my right I am bold, I am beautiful, I am white Applaud me, my sister Appreciate me, my brother The colour of my eyes that matches the sea The red on my cheeks that shows I am in glee. My hair is straight and smooth and long It tussles at the slightest nod, or when the wind whistles a song Yes! In Our Father’s presence, I belong.
But in our time of night We have this hope for light To resolve the situation between black and white. So while the whole creation Is subjected to this frustration It waits in eager expectation When God steps in and made another declaration “Let there be light with night? For in Christ there is neither Jew nor Greek, black nor white, slave nor free, As where the Spirit of the Lord is, hallelujah, there is always liberty.
Let us not, in applauding our own identity Make the same mistake in prejudice and seal our children’s destiny Ebony needs ivory, and ivory needs ebony. Playing with each other, we make perfect harmony.
Therefore: Dark I am, and nothing I lack I am young, I am gifted, I am black Applaud me my sister Appreciate me, my brother The fullness of my lips The swell of my hips My course, tight curled hair in knots and twins
Perfect foils for each other Reflecting God’s beauty with no bother And God smiles and says as he usually would, Look at my creation, Look at my children This is “Good”. p
And so remains this divine right Light with night, black with white
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