|The Black Male Code and stereotypes|
Walk down any street in America and
Jesus said, “Judge not…”
but who listens to Jesus?
“Love your neighbor as yourself”
But the words of another echo loudly…
“Who is my neighbor?”
I was taught the code of DWB
but a new code is appended...
What happened to Jesus saves?
I walk down a street and I see a Black male…
our eyes meet
We nod in acknowledgement of one another
No words are necessary
No translator is needed
We are brothers
No one else will acknowledge me...
like my Black brothers
Because to others, I am invisible
If I am seen, I'm often viewed as a threat.
Here is an innocent one, what say you?
“Crucify Him, crucify Him!”
A grieving mother weeps.
A father’s pride is stolen.
Another young life has been taken.
How long Lord? How long?
Am I not a brother to Whites?
Latinos are my brothers and sisters, yes?
Are not Asians my kinsmen?
Did not the same God create us all?
Who should I not love?
Fifty years ago, no one would dare complain.
In 2012, the thinking is, so what?
Just another ________!
Sprite claims, “Image is everything”
So it must be the Hoodie
Is it the shoes Nike?
Am I more than just a piece of cloth?
Does a garment define who I am?
What is my life worth?
Don’t give me the scientific value…
What am I really worth?
Did Christ die for me…
or did he simply skip over me,
because of my clothes?
Am I unloved by God because of my skin color…
or has sin robbed me of reason?
How many people will look at my sons and say,
What dangers await my grandsons?
Are their lives in peril...
simply because they are Black?
Maybe it's the tattoos...
or the jewelry they wear
It can't just be the Hoodie
|Note: This post is linked to Spiritual Sundays (hosted by Charlotte).|