Tuesday, 17 June 2008

I Black.................................

This poem was written by an African kid. It amazed me that a Kid can be so perceptive and touched my heart. It brings out the absurdity of discrimination based on the colour of the skin in a simple manner.

"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 ??"

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