I cannot deny the thought has not
crossed my mind at some sad point…
why was I made in a brown model?
With dark chocolate skin,
and hair set like wool,
this appearance is one I forever possess,
here in a realm that forever condemns
what sticks to my bones.
Of course, the idea of a blond-haired,
blue-eyed Donté Jamal Whisenant
a tad bit on the pathetic side of the coin.
I cannot deny the possibility we are all made in
the image of someone or something greater than us…
if only we all could act as if this were a fact.