My Image Portrays Who? - Poem by Crystal Tutson
My image portrays the One who made me,
Someone I can feel but can’t physically see.
My hair long and rough like the one who walked amongst us,
A head that’s big but can hold a lot of knowledge so what’s the fuss?
My skin complexion is similar to the Almighty Creator,
A smart tongue, which makes me a great debater.
Big hands to fight but I really don’t need,
Cause God defends my battle, for he is great indeed.
Long legs to walk around heaven all day,
Joining my thigh and sheen, my knees to pray.
But why is this important when we all will be together?
Each race, each color, each gender has made the world better.
My face, your face all portrays the Creator up above,
He has no respect a person and showers us all with his love.
So don’t get caught up with the color of our Savoir, Jesus Christ.
Just remember, Red is the bloodshed, for you and I, and that was a costly price.
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