Photo credit: Cynthia O. Onuorah

I sat in silence,

and all I could hear was

The rustling of the leaves,

The buzzing of the flies,

The chirping of the crickets,

The quiet singing of the happy birds

The sun shone right above me ‘soo’ brilliantly

Nothing, including my ebony skin was hidden from its effect.

My dark curly hair made into bantu knots was already ‘running a temperature’

I am a black girl, my world sees me as a second-class citizen

This pulls down my pride, and

I keep running away from all I can and was made to be

But the sun reminds me,

*I am not just a girl, I was made for more

I carry in this black container something of immense value

Real treasure lies on the inside of me

A substance, much more precious than gold.

Hope for a confused generation

A beacon of light to a dark world

A solution to a problematic world

Joy of many generations

I will shine in all my brilliant radiance

Because I carry in me the very Sun of Righteousness-

His name is Jesus!

(c) AanuWrites