Poem By A African

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 fella...

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?

Reviews

[Marie]

What a neat poem. Actually black is the absence of colour.

[Nicolabottle666]

I suppose so :)