Friday, January 21, 2005

And you have the cheek to call me colored!

A Poem written by an African Shakespeare,

Dear white fella
Couple of things you should know

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I cold, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black.

You white fella
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you born, you pink
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
When you die, you grey.

And you have the cheek to call me colored!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A great poem which expresses the world in the past and still today... :)