When I Consider The Darkness

I’m scared to raise you here wherea reed basket can’t deliveran escape from the pain of your inheritance.You’re your daddy and me combined–a Filipina/Puerto Rican, Jamaican, Colombian;a beautiful mix.But what they’ll see first is your darkness,a sight for them of a less-than them,less than a man or a woman.Now, in our home you will see this:we bear Christ’s name above heritage,but this meansyou’ll wear not just one, but two targetsin this present darkness:what they see immediately, thenwhat they see internally.The first you can’t deny, and shouldn’t;the second they’ll try but can’t truly deny,but it can be compromised...so even in darkness tonight,my prayers plead for youhidden in my dark bellysoon born to lightand this darknessborn darkto little lightsborn again (I pray):dark to lighta dark child of lighthated by light children of darkness, yeta light indestructible insidecan’t be consumed by the present darkness.A light indestructible insideis more precious than your hated,wonderfully made dark skin.A light indestructible inside, my child,can’t be consumed by the present darkness.