This is a poem by an African child.
Nominated for best poem in 2005
**gladly forwarding you.
When I born, I black ;
When I grew up, I black ;
When 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 fellows:
When you born, you pink ;
When you grew up, you white ;
When you go in sun;you red
When you scared, you yellow ;
When you sick, you green ;
When you die, you gray ;
And you all call me coloured (black).
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