the holidays are here again
for just a little while...
and in each corner of each face
there seems to be no smile

for when my darkness enters
into retail stores so fair,
the eyebrows raise as if alarm'd
"what is she doing here?"

the profile of the holidays
is one without much change,
there is no wrong to witness
yet my blackness still seems

"strange"

so as the holidays go by
and new year marches in,
pray profiles of my melanin
no longer spur chagrin

 © 2007 cynth’ya lewis reed,
all rights reserv'd

Hear Allen Watty's song
"I wish that I were white" 
     

 On the flip side, here is a stunning anonymous piece called "The Black Prayer" that interestingly enough, came to my email TWICE when I'd deleted it after reading. (Gee ya' think God has email angels out there somewhere? Hope it blesses your knowledge of appreciating all people. We are all precious hues in "God's Grand Canyon of Creation." The white clouds, the red clay, the black earth, the brown mountains, the amber grain.)