A Poem

Written by an African kid, it gets you thinking about the true justification of the Europeans calling themselves intelligent and civilised people. *Got it off my friends blog, hehe* Enjoy…


When I born, I black,
When I grow up, I black,
When I go in sun, I black,
When I scared, I black,
When I sick, I black,
And when I die, I still black…
And you White fellow,
When you born, you pink,
When you grow up, you white,
When you go in sun, you red,
When you cold, you blue,
When you scared, you yellow,
When you sick, you green,
And when you die, you gray…
And you call me colored???

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1 Comment »

  1. mediocre said

    I like this poem quite much. Have seen it many times……

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