In the beginning there was black,

And black had no messiah.

We had our customs and traditions

We prayed to our forefathers because they had better insight to what awaited us on the other side.

But then one day it came…

Two thousand years of misinterpreted and incomplete transcripts

Carefully picked apart at pulpits

To make sure it only says what they need it to say.

They presented it and called it The Word…

“And then a darkness came upon them”

Nowhere has dark been praised.

Who did we worship, before the bible was shipped across our land?

Who did we thank for our daily bread before we were taught the Lords Prayer?

Jade Doe ©️ 2018

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