Sin.
Freed

into that darkened sky—
Friday.

How can one be born
when one is old:

washed—
in the flood from His side,

beneath the piercing sword?
Surely

I will abandon my watery grave—
alive:

pale as ancestors, plunged
into its flow—

black as my Jesus, comely:
a bride.

 

first published in Domicile

Published in response to posts on blogs, “Imus and Us” by Ken Otterbourg and “The”Nappy-Headed Ho” Is We” by The Poetry Man.

UPDATE: See also M. Quinn’s “The Call For a New Paradigm

SECOND UPDATE: “Minutes ago, CBS Radio fired Don Imus. Now, both CBS Radio and MSNBC have finally gotten the message: women and African Americans have had it with hate speech.” Feminist Majority Foundation

Where are the Christian voices?