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 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 calling me colored?
The best poem of 2009
This poem was nominated by UN
as the best poem of 2009,
Written by an African
Kid
If grown-ups are as innocent as children,this barrier of colour would have never occured
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