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Black Prayers

I am a woman. A black woman. A black woman believer. 
I cry out to God.
and wonder about all the other women
who cry out to God 
but wonder if he hears our prayers or catches our tears
because in the U.S. black tears seem to not matter
and in other countries, they cry out to God in other languages
and in head scarves
holding their dying children in their arms
while in the U.S. we are told to give more or
the private jet is needed in order
for us to have our turn in 
God's line
but my theology tells me
that He does not have a line
and He does hear
and He does see
and Vengence belongs to him
So we smile and keep praying and teaching and living and walking
and know that one day
It will be all right.
Even if we keep praying
and it seems the
silence
is deafening
and the divine
appears far away
on the other side of the world
tending to the prayers
of the ones 
shut out of country
because their skin
is a little too black
even if
the ones
shutting them out
have the same black skin
so the prayers of the women
the black women
keep going
and going
hoping that the one
who sets the moon at night
and causes the sun to rise
will answer her prayers
before
another
black
child
dies

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Unknown said…
This is absolutely gorgeous, Taye. Wonderful imagery.

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