ShemuYah- Who Taught you to hate yourself
WHO TAUGHT YOU TO HATE YOURSELF
Who taught you to hate yourself Ysrayl ?
Who taught you to hate the color of your eyes Ysrayl ?
Who taught you to hate the texture & length of your hair Ysrayl ?
Who taught you to hate the size of your lips & beautiful shape of your hips Ysrayl ?
WHO TAUGHT YOU THESE THINGS YSRAYL !!!
Who taught you to hate even the very color of your skin Ysrayl ?
Was it not The Almighty YAH himself -- He whom made you in his image and stated- and I quote
"It was good"
Please let me sing to the one I love
A song for my loved one regarding his vineyard:
My loved one has a vineyard on a fertile hill
And he dug it up & cleared it of stones, and planted it with the choicest of vines,
And built a watchtower in its midst, and also made a winepress in it.
And he WAITED---for the yielding of grapes
BUT IT YIELDED ROTTEN ONES!!!
And now oh inhabitant of Yahrushalyim and man of Yahudah, please judge between me and my vineyard.
WHAT MORE COULD HAVE BEEN DONE IN MY VINEYARD THAT I HAVE NOT DONE IN IT ?
WHY, when I waited for the yielding of grapes...
IT YIELDED ROTTEN ONES!!!
And now please let me inform you what I am doing to my vineyard:
To take away its hedge and it shall be BURNED;
To break down its wall and it shall be TRAMPLED DOWN;
And I lay it waist, it is not pruned or dug and thorn bushes & weeds shall come up
And I command the clouds not to rain on it
Oh Ysrayl do you not see
For the vineyard of the Almighty Yah is the house of Ysrayl
And the man of Yahudah is his pleasant plant
He look for right ruling
But see OPPRESSION
But see WEEPING Isaiah 5:1-7
Who taught you to hate yourself so much so Ysrayl that you have forgotten the very existence of NATIONS
While you prance around professing yourself to be wise, free and walking upright with equality---
All the while, your tripping over the stumbling blocks of race and becoming a laughing reproach before your father
Come on Ysrayl
Come on my people
Come on Beloved
Murder GRAVE YARD DEAD, this old flesh and wake up to the new
May unique, beautiful, and precious beloved; be a slave to sin no more
And be not conformed to this world but transformed by renewing your mind.
Beloved who taught you to hate yourself
Do you not know that you're the apple of my eye, my precious plant likened unto a morning rose.
Oh Ysrayl my dearly beloved
despite your trespasses against me & the countless self-proclaimed gods and mighty ones that you have put before me
Mine hand remains stretched out for you
DON'T YOU SEE WOMAN, I'm your covering...And despite your whoreing
I have not & I will not put you away
I know thy poverty beloved but THOU ART RICH
Numbering to that of the stars in the sky & as many as the sands of the sea
Your more precious to me than any pearl.
I FASHIONED YOU IN MY IMAGE
So WHY would you hate yourself WOMAN?
Don't you know for if you hate yourself that means that you HATE ME...
If only you would just take a hold of my hand, listen to my voice, play your position in all obedience
and love me in all spirit and all truth
And I...AND I ALONE will swiftly draw nigh unto you Ysrayl
And I, YAH, your power will heal the land.
11th month of captivity 2012