Black Jesus Poem by Matt Starking

Black Jesus, Savior of the oppressed,
The light in the darkness, the comfort to the distressed.
Born into poverty, in a manger lay his head,
His humble beginnings, a message left unsaid.

As he grew, he spoke of love and peace,
Fierce and unyielding, his faith did not cease.
He walked among the people, healing their woes,
Empowering the voiceless, speaking truth through his prose.

But his message was not always welcomed with open arms,
Opportunity denied, they sought to silence his charms.
Betrayed by those closest, he was sentenced to die,
Yet even in death, his spirit would not be denied.

For Black Jesus lives on, in the hearts of the bold,
Defenders of justice, the fearless and the bold.
His legacy endures, in the fight for equality,
A symbol of hope, for a world that should be.

So we rise in his name, with determination and pride,
The struggle for freedom, never to be denied.
Black Jesus, our shining star, our guiding light,
Lead us forever, in the pursuit of what is right.