Truths Behind the Truths

Truth behind the truth Do not look for me in the color that covers my skin My stark dark black skin The Clothing enlivened by my immortal spirit A gold-wrap of a priceless gift Do not search for me through the color of my eyes My bleary brown bulging eyes Its sight transcends time and space With visions that illuminate and liberate Do not measure me by my height or size My dwarf height and huge-bear size I stand taller and higher from within Reaching lofty heights and farthest horizons Judge me not by appearances of my body My awkward, uncharming, substantial body It’s the first wonder of all creation Where unfading beauty finds a nesting place Judge me not by my clothing that does not fit My cheap, threadbare clothes Save by the priceless clothes of glowing dignity Adorning my soul like the sun does the sky Do not even bother with me tongue or accent My deep guttural down south accent My words are words of life for life The best of all that is audible Judge me not by what you think, see or hear For every piece of me, you see, told or perceive; As there are spaces behind the clouds So also are truths behind the truth.