TOUCHING POEM FROM AFRICAN CHILD ( I BLACK) February 26, 2009
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And this touching little poem, too, reportedly written by an African child and was nominated for the Best Poem in 2005, forwarded to me by The STAR night editor Sonny Mirasol:
Wen i born,
i black.
Wen I grow up,
i black.
Wen I scared,
i black.
Wen i sick,
i black.
when i die,
i still black.
And u white fella,
wen u born,
you pink.
wen u grow up,
u white.
wen u go in the sun,
u red.
wen u cold,
u blue.
Wen u scared,
u yellow
Wen u sick,
u green.
Wen u die,
u gray.
And u calling me colored?
(Come to think of it, ‘no?)
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