This is an incredible poem that I had never seen before. Check out the original on tyagi2ankur.
when i born i black when i grown up i black when i go in sun i black
when i scared i black when i sick i black when i die i still black
but you white fellows
when u born u pink when u grown up u white when u go in sun u red
when u scared u yellow when u sick u green when u die u grey
and u called me coloured
Bwahaha! I feel better now that I’ve been told today. Ha! great poem Jenni!
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I thought it was wonderful 😀
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Perfect. Ironic. Wonderful. xxx
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Yeah I thought so too. xx
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And as soon as the first rays of summer sun shine we rush to the beach to get tanned…that always stumped me too. Out of the mouths of babe, as they say…a wonderful focus on a different perspective. Thanks for sharing Jenni.
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😀
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Wonderfully stated! 😀
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Fantastic poem. I first read that poem many years ago, long before 2005.
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They made us do an analysis of this for literature class at school (pre 2005). It still moves me in the same way.
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I think it was written quite awhile ago but was only given the award then – at least that was what I was assuming when I re blogged it.
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