Delicate little child

I have heard their words

I know why they say them, but y do u listen

Do you not know your worth? Your individuality?

You are like a black rose who stands by yourself surrounded by those of crimson heads

They mock u bcuz you are different.

They scoff because they are fearful.

They laugh because they wish they could be you!

You have let their words rip the crown from your head, convincing you you r less than them

The crown that was given to you by your Creator

Little black child! Do not fear! For you do not stand alone

Your Creator is like a wind, slowly blowing against you, surrounding you, comforting you in your times of weakness

Look closely. Do you see them? The other black roses are sprouting from the ground.

Grown from a seed of strength. They now stand.

Your fellow rose bros and sisters are ready.

They are ready to stand with you

They are ready to forgive

They are ready to love

As we stand together, let us not become weary in closing our ears

Let us know that those who speak unkindly need our compassion.

Though we wish to seek revenge, let us embrace them with Yeshua's love!

We have been sprouted from the ground with a purpose. We have been made black for a reason. With our Creator directing us, let us carry out our mission.

Oh little black child, so delicate yet so beautiful