May 15, 2009

Colour.

I just read this post a few days back and found it very touchy and true so thought to share it with everyone. As per my knowledge I think it was written by an African child back in 2005 and was nominated as the best poem of 2005.

P.S. No offence to anyone. Please.

When I born, I black;
When I grow up, I black;
When I go in sun, I black;
When I scared, I black;
And when I die, I still black;

And you white fellows;

When you born, you pink;
When you grow up, you white;
When you go in sun, you red;
When you scared, you yellow;
When you die, you grey;
And you call me coloured?

7 comments:

  1. read this b4...thnx 4 sharing this @ Wl...it really is worth pondering over!!!

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  2. Read it years ago... loved the concept.. Not sure who wrote it,,, but its great!!!

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  3. The concept is damn good.. So clear and blunt..

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  4. This one is a funny one.....

    It does talk about an eternal concept dosn't it.....

    A very good poem against racialism :)

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  5. it was oh so sensible.. i read it out to dad just now.. :)

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  6. GOD

    WHEN DID U GUYS STOLE MY POEM

    I HAD A COPYRIGHT FOR IT ....

    FROZEN

    GRR

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