Tuesday, January 16, 2007

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:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I too got this in a mail sometime back...& loved it...racism...will never end..

10:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like that poem

2:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

color doesn't matter.

12:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How true! we cant be armchair critics we need to do something..

4:13 AM  

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