And A Boy Was Born

by Jackie Williams

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… 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 diamond. He looks back and realize now All was not for naught His experiences…….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 skin.

And A Boy Was Born by Jackie Williams

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