Wednesday, March 12, 2008


I read this poem today. It is funny, poignant, and comment worthy. I think I am more interested in it now, than 2 years ago, as I have a child of color. One that gets ashy knees, and just turns a more gorgeous shade of brown in the summer.

Please feel free, comment at will:

Written by an African child, this poem was nominated by the UN as the best poem of 2006.

When I born, I black

When I grow up, I black

When I 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 fellow

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

And when you die, you grey

And you calling me coloured??


MissHum22 said...

Cute! Let me add one line for Darin

"When I go in sun, I freckle."

Darin said...

"When I go in sun, I am not kidding any one, I don't go in the sun."