Poem September 13, 1975 Issue

Who Told You?

Mildred D. Johnson

Who told you
You were black (or white)—
What is Spirit's hue?
In Truth's infinitude
There's room for you.

Who told you
You were poor?
In Mind's fine place
Your needs are always met—
Mind knows no race.

Who said
You have no roots?
When Love's so deep,
And you are ever planted sure,
Awake, asleep.

Who said
You couldn't learn?
Principle imparts
The thoughts that prove intelligence
Within each heart.

Oh, claim
Your perfect self
In every way.
You're lovely, whole, secure, and blessed
Claim this today!

Mildred D. Johnson

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