This poem was nominated poem of 2005. Written by an African kid, amazing thought:
"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... Andyou 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???......... "
Apr 8, 2007
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2 comments:
heyyy my dear! it was really good question!...although i'm a little fascist!
zahra,first thanks for your enlightenning words as a comment to my poem. YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND AND A GOOD ENCOURAGER!
HOW JOYFULL IS TO HAVE A BELIEVER!
and next thanks for such a nice poem.
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