Tell me one time

Tell me one time
that God like black
just one time
that God like black

Black feel like a sore
like black and blue
like a scab yanked from a bleeding wound
Black feel rejected
like folk shuttered from ones face
like pigs skinned to kick about
Black feel like daggers carried about at night
like criminal dens sheathed in the dark
Black feel like society's perpetual dis-ease
like a sneaky plague slipping neath ones door
Black feel like a mood, hogging a fog
a murderous attitude that engulfs a room
Black feel like a cruel humor choking a groom
that demeaning jokes to laugh one off
Black feel like the color of bills
like suspect-dealings in a market of thrills
Black feel like a check-mark made by the raising of hands
designating one guilty when the guilty have fled
Black feel like magic
where a wizard turns every thing white
with words the color of the ace of spades
Black feel like the widow's kiss
her hourglass measuring the speed of death
Black feel like choice memorial rot
carved in stone to pacify ones thoughts

Black is many tales and fears
passing through some story-teller's mouth
but tell me this:
does God like Black?
Do people who are black
have one caring friend?
Just tell me this that no matter what
there is a God that chooses black