This poem was forwarded to me by a friend and it really touched my heart..
This was written by an African child.
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 fella,
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 calling me Colored ??


4 Comments:
I too got this in a mail sometime back...& loved it...racism...will never end..
I like that poem
color doesn't matter.
How true! we cant be armchair critics we need to do something..
Post a Comment
<< Home