A Boy Was Born

And a boy was born……his heart was so torn

By racism and fear…by thistles and thorns

That his life brought to bear

He liked nothing of himself….his heart ached

Longing for death….but life was not through

He had much more to do.

And a boy was born….most of his life…he mourned

His condition……much scorned

He asks…..’Why was I born?’

What is my purpose?  To bear burden and pain?

Lord lighten his condition….it pours down like rain

Upon the soul of a child….he has walked a long mile

To find no relief…….not even a smile.

And a boy was born….the world had been adorned

By his birth…….his life…….by his turmoil……his strife

Through his life he would sift….and find a beautiful gift

Pressures came……time went on

Forces melded him into a precious diamond.

He looks back and realize now

All was not for naught

His experience……his conditions

Inspired great thought

He looks for his answers now…..they come from within

He looks forward to a future

From a world…..that taught him to hate his own skin.