Holy Spirit! Lord of Light! From Your clear celestial height, Your pure beaming radiance give!
How will you see when you close your eyes?
How will you feel when you shut down your heart?
Distorted facts fed into her innocence
Age is a matter of number, what did she know?
Web of misjudgments, cruelty and lies
What would you expect from the sons of darkness?
A just woman and kinder spirit with sweet smiles
Benefit of the doubt, everyone is a friend
She thrived to be someone she was not
The question of the color of her flesh
In the black pages of her life written
The tears that no one bothered and cared
There she was in a place she wished to belong
Only not welcomed, broken and left alone
On those black pages, you can read
Her swollen eyes and suffering in silence
How could you see the artworks filled with love
When she drew on black pages with black paint?
How could you read her sorrowful texts
When she scribbled on black pages with black ink?
Is the color of your skin, also the shade of your heart?
Though out of trend, her beauty is skin deep
In her black pages included other’s feast
Yet, in the darkest moments she found the light
She’s not the coward in those black pages
Her heart does not discriminate, do you?