The Daily Dose: And So We Pray…

I am not black. My skin is.
I am African. A son of the soil.
To define me as anything less or more,
To me is now blasphemy.
To see me only as the palette I was painted from,
Only serves to distract from the work of art I am,
From the masterpiece we all are.
For we are one.
To define us by our past struggle is a sin.
For in the present we all struggle.
The struggle of life.
The beautiful struggle, our struggle.
Let us savour and embrace that struggle.
Let us be and then become,
More and more, till heaven’s door.
I pray.