This was a poem nominated for the best poem of 2005, written by an african kid.
When i born,
i black.
When i grow up,
i black.
When i go under the sun,
i black.
When i sick,
i black.
And when i die,
i black.
And you white fella,
when you born,
you pink.
When you grow up,
you white.
When you go in sun,
you red.
When you cold,
you yellow.
When you sick,
you green.
And when you die,
you grey.
And your calling me colored?!
When i born,
i black.
When i grow up,
i black.
When i go under the sun,
i black.
When i sick,
i black.
And when i die,
i black.
And you white fella,
when you born,
you pink.
When you grow up,
you white.
When you go in sun,
you red.
When you cold,
you yellow.
When you sick,
you green.
And when you die,
you grey.
And your calling me colored?!
1 comment:
I sent that through text, Nic. Boy what a delight that poem was. Very insightful!
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