White Thinking Black
Through the crowds I walk
Into the crowds, they talk.
Eyes on us!
Let us catch the bus!
Feeling the breath of a whisper,
I hear...
"What's that black man doing, Mister?"
Into my soul I feel the look...
Do they see me as a crook?
As I walk by, they grab their bags,
She clutches her purse,
Only thinking the worst.
Does my color spell out sin?
Am I too dark for them to comprehend?
I mean, what is it with my skin?
Do they not see God
God within us all?
Black, white, little, small...
Even tall?
Through the crowds we walk,
Into the crowds we talk.
God walks, God sees,
God smiles,...
God is Black, God is Brown,
From this earth,
This very earth,
We came...
From this very ground
From HIS own creation
God will NEVER frown,
He made black,white and even brown!
Lyllian Crenshaw-Sapp
04/17/02
