God Colour

"Depending on their depth they can paint me whatever colour

Yet You incarnate me in the flesh...and deemed black to be all too befitting"

They paint You evil for the things they deem should've never have happened
I'll paint you red though...because bloody is the altar that I long to revisit
Cryptic are the thoughts which I long to continue to think in
I have read Your story and I have since battled with where I am supposed to fit in
I'm no longer worried about my conflict, I have long resolved that all of this is spiritually scripted
Navigated by Your hand, heavily upon me I feel your shiftings Into the world of the unknown yet often I hear them refer to
The life of a God in the heart of a black boy
The journey is lonely and I no longer hardly explain You
Depending on their depth they can paint me whatever colour
Yet You incarnate me in the flesh...and deemed black to be all too befitting
I am un-enlightened because I continue believing
Despite the carnage my people suffered in the books of our history
Unapologetic
graphic
a poetic experience
You made a call and I'd be deceitful to say that I never heard it
Needless to say what I never anticipated was how alone I'd be feeling
To die before my time would be an even awkward conclusion

You are Eternal

Im daily possessed by the mystery of my existence
The patience of Diety make my hearts beats faster as I mimic Its impulse
Stare long enough in the mirror, try to get a glimpse of my inner complexion
My soul is darker than my skin, is this an accurate reflection?
Am I supposed to be offended? Does it offend you? Am I in need of an inner cleansing?
Or is this a depiction of everybody else's burdens I'm continually carrying?
We all too creatures in a world all too savage
Hope being the rarest of currencies and counterfeits have left most of us disappointed in searching
Hurt is inevitable...we wake up daily expecting
We have found beauty in these lacerations that are supposed to be scary
Synchronize our reactions to better the stories we still hope to live to be telling
Of how a God undefined can give you experiences you can not begin to imagine
Synchronize our reactions to better the stories we still hope to live to be telling
We have found beauty in these lacerations that are supposed to be scary
Hurt is inevitable...we wake up daily expecting
Hope being the rarest of currencies and counterfeits have left most of us disappointed in searching
We all too creatures in a world all too savage
Or is this a depiction of everybody else's burdens I'm continually carrying?
Am I supposed to be offended? Does it offend you? Am I in need of an inner cleansing?
My soul is darker than my skin, is this an accurate reflection?
Stare long enough in the mirror, try to get a glimpse of my inner complexion
The patience of Diety make my hearts beats faster as I mimic His impulse
Im daily possessed by the mystery of my existence

Eternal you are

To die before my time would be an even awkward conclusion
Needless to say what I never anticipated was how alone I'd be feeling
You made a call and I'd be deceitful to say that I never heard it
A poetic experience, so graphic I'm left so unapologetic
To right the wrongs my people suffered in the books of our history
God's in a black boy, that's the enlightenment
Out of the darkness of the black within, I will paint you a mystery.

I too paint paint You black...

...You are a my Mystery.