There was a time, when in my mind,
Black Jesus turned White.
Two worlds, just could. not. collide.
And then I asked why.
Why? Why do I need black Jesus?
In a world that always said that Jesus was this tanless, melaninless, blackless,
Blonde haired, blue eyed, fool, wearing a crown and a gown and a deep, mournful frown…always, always, looking down.
On my blackness. Black. Always-late-to-churchness.
And then I realised.
I need black Jesus.
I don’t need to sterilise my human weakness.
I need black Jesus.
I need black Jesus for every negro
that’s not had the pleasure of simply watchin’ cotton grow.
I need black Jesus, to balance out the current world’s dominating whiteness.
I need black Jesus, because the stereotypes do not dictate my brightness.
I need black Jesus, because the image in my grandmother’s house is so far from Christ’s realness.
I need black Jesus, because apparently every other black man has ended up freeless for their dumbness.
I need black Jesus, because this universe believes that all good things come from the lightness.
I need black Jesus, to remind me that I don’t need to be washed white as snow, oh. hell. no. I don’t…
I need black Jesus, to imprint the black and beautiful image of God-createdness that history wants me to forget.
I need black Jesus, to show me the way in this dunya that wants to crucify my blackness.
I need black Jesus, to affirm my priestly, prophetic, black, angry, social justice madness.
I need black Jesus, to tell me that from death, new things arise. That I can have a dream. That one day, black Jesus won’t be the exception to every rule, but one day, the mainstream.
I need black Jesus, because black Jesus is more to me, than a one-episode joke on Family Guy.
I need black Jesus to look me in the eye, and tell me that all the world’s lies are not lines that I have to live by. be defined by. or even die by.
The wrongness here is not my blackness, the wrong lies in the unnatural conformity towards whiteness, I refuse to hide my brightness that lives in me, in my blackness, please don’t tell me this is darkness.
Rightness, exists in whiteness as much as blackness and yet, I digress..I need black Jesus. We need black Jesus.
Because I know that I can never happily, comfortably, spiritually, live by that lie…the lie that says that black Jesus only ever lived in my own mind.
That is one little “white-lie” that Black Jesus will not. die by.