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 folks……
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.
When you bruised, you purple.
And when you die, you gray.

So who you calling colored?

I have no idea who wrote this, but apparently it was by a black guy in Texas. Anyway, I just thought I’d share. ^-^

poetry, humor, humour, colors, colours, racism

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1 Response to Poem!

  1. Ellu says:

    I meant to say RACIST not recist


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