(Anurina told me about this poem which was written by a "black" boy..after searching online for five minutes i found it...i love this poem...this poem got the award for the best poem of 2005....i think it deserves it)
When I was born...I was BLACK.
When I grew up...I was BLACK.
When I am sick...I am BLACK
When I go out in the sun...I am BLACK.
When I go out in the cold...I am BLACK.
When I die...I am BLACK.
BUT YOU WHITE FOLK :
When you are born...You are PINK.
When you grow up...You are PEACH.
When you are sick...You are GREEN.
When you go out in the cold...You are BLUE.
When you are scared... You are WHITE.
When you go out in the sun...You are RED.
When you die...You turn PURPLE.
And you have the nerve to call me "COLORED"!
~Author unknown
6 comments:
what a sarcastic boy!
it really does deserve it.
and i didn't know people turn purple when they die...
yeah they do. bacteria decomposition. all those dracula and zombie undead movies?
he's sooo right.
go visit googlys blog.
Hey aren't dead men white?
Just asking
no they;re not.
oooff! blopdy science students!! appreciate the poem, not hwo bacteria grows on dead men!
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