The Color of My Skin
Throughout my years, I tried to make sense of nonsense,
The color of my skin took prevalence over my born innocence,
What a burden to carry even as a child,
That the color of my skin would get people so riled,
It is still a wonder to me,
Some hearts filled with animosity.
Purposed effort designed my outer shell,
Brilliantly created so that I may show and tell,
That the color of my skin should not be a disgrace,
Nor the shape of my eyes, my nose, or my lips on my face.
The color of my skin is part of His plan and His Masterpiece,
Grace, beauty, and His effervescent love surround you and me.
I am here to reveal the truth that binds the universe,
I am here, like you, to serve a divine purpose.
I am a Masterpiece in HIS own right,
Created by focused hands not blinded by sight.
A small piece of America’s rich history.
Inside and out, I reflect divine beauty,
Just glance at the things that surround us,
Trees, buildings, cars, and animals who do not fuss,
Stillness in their form without worry of their outer appearance,
Why do you still question my existence?
My desire to be me burns so deep inside,
It keeps me going when I want to hide,
Keeping myself whole and to never part,
Revealing aspirations & revelations that lie deep within my heart.
Just like you, I feel happiness, pain, and sorrow,
Blessed to live another tomorrow,
Is it so hard to see the truth that resides within?
For we are greater than the color of our skin.
Timika
Integrative Nutrition and Transformational Health Coach
Timika S Chambers 