Angeli Negri

Painter, I want to talk to you
while you paint an altar.
I am a poor black man
and I beg you for one thing.

Even if the Virgin is white
make me a black angel.
All children go to heaven
even if they are just black.

I know, you paint with love.
Why do you despise my color?
If God sees black children
He smiles at them.

I am nothing but a poor black man
but I believe in the Lord
and I know that He keeps close
even the blacks who have cried.

I know, you paint with love.
Why do you despise my color?
If God sees black children
He smiles at them.