Black, Black Sheep

 


If only I were as smart as big bro

or could cook like you, mom,

 If only I could sing & dance like lil' bro

or do all the chores like him, 

If only I were a boy carrying on the family name

or had birthed a grandkid for you,

Then, maybe then

would you consider me a beloved daughter?

Am I really that terrible?

You boast to visitors about my brothers

but have nothing to say about me?

Doesn't love & sincerity count?

Or does only money & status matter?

Was this how Jesus too felt at home?

Alone? An outcaste?

It isn't glory I seek, never, ever

Just your understanding and acceptance.

But I guess I'm too black a sheep ...

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