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[Poem-a-Week] Black Jesus by Frances Johnson
When I was three years old I met with Black Jesus He was a velvet portrait Tears streamed down his eyes as he wore the crown of thorns He was looking to his father was He black too? Was Jesus black? I asked I asked is this true? My mother said no He was a Jew For years I have prayed to a white Father while mine was absent who do I pray to? who do I pray to? Does my Jewish blood make me chosen am I one of the chosen? Will you answer me Jesus your blood pours red against sores of brown or white skin, ... I do not know.
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