Why Was I Born
By: C.H.James

Why was I born to look this way
To face this torment day by day
Facing hatred that I must bear
For a dark brown face and curly hair
Why must I walk where I fear to tred
Or lie awake in a lonely bed
Thinking of what men had said
And wondering when next I’d be fed
Oh God if only I were dead

I ask myself will there come a day
When I’ll be free, oh Lord, I pray
From all the suffering in the past
And when to me at last
A son is born someday
I pray he’ll never ever say
Oh God, why must I look this way
Oh God, I pray, I pray, I pray

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