You’re wrong
to frame a white man
for saving you. See his hair? His skin
knows nothing of the sun
and its burn. Don’t you know
where Jesus is from? Don’t
you know the cross
he carried?

Boy,
Jesus kept me clean longer
than you been alive.
I met the devil
in myself. I’ve mistook a
smokescreen for a
raincloud. I drank the
whole flood because I was thirsty. Why else
would the sun rise
if not my Lord’s gentle
hands carrying me to
the light?

I’ve sat in enough
classrooms, and prayed to
cotton-skinned men.
Was told that they were
responsible for everything
that lived.  I too thought
they would save me from
my sin. What we’ve been taught
was a lie. Everything that was wrong
is still wrong.  

And you think you know
the face of God better
than I do? Child,
I been God.
I resurrected
a body from its entombing.
You too young to get
the cross we carried.
You can’t tell me nothing
until you know
what I know.