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??
2 comments:
Cute! Let me add one line for Darin
"When I go in sun, I freckle."
Correction
"When I go in sun, I am not kidding any one, I don't go in the sun."
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