The Twenty-Third Psalm of Race
Race is my shepherd; I am its black sheep.
It lies me down in segregated places,
leads me beside still, stale lives.
My life is repetitive.
Race leads me along the arduous paths for its name’s sake.
Even when I go to the house of prayer,
I feel no relief,
for you are with me.
Your stereotypes and your prejudices–
they restrict me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of humanity
You cover my life with labels;
my purpose starves.
Only skin and color follow me
all the days of my life
and I will dwell in the house of bondage as long as I live.
The Raceless Gospel 