Praying Black in America

By

Keith L. Anderson, Ph.D

When the night is at its darkest and my world is black as can be, 

I see in the distance, a pin of light, rudely staring at me. 

I wonder if it’s getting closer, for the Lord’s sake what could it be? 

The truth, I understand, doesn’t really make a difference when it comes to me. 

It could be justice or liberty. Is it freedom or fair play? 

It doesn’t really matter, because neither ever seems to come my way. 

In the darkness of America I drop to a knee and pray. 

Lord, make them love in the words, the words you truly say. 

And Lord, I’m tired of fighting for a brighter and better day. 

But, I’ll pass on a little hope, to Black faces, living this way. 

Lord, please grant me a bit of wisdom, to endure the cruelty of man. 

Or give me the strength and power to no longer give a damn!