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When I born, I Black

Bishka

Veteran Member
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif]When I born, I black.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When I grow up, I black.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When I go in sun, I black.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When I cold, I black.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When I scared, I black.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When I sick, I black.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] And when I die, I still black.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] You white folks...[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When you born, you pink.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When you grow up, you white.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When you go in sun, you red.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When you cold, you blue.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When you scared, you yellow.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When you sick, you green.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] When you bruised, you purple.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] And when you die, you gray.[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif] So who YOU callin' C O L O R E D ??


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It's a fun little poem that really strikes true.
 

Mike182

Flaming Queer
i love that - my Sociology teacher had it hung up on the back of her door, thanks for the memory Becky!
 

Hema

Sweet n Spicy
Hyuk hyuk. That is a really good one! I'm brown skinned and when I go out into the sun, I just get more brown. My mother somehow gets red when she goes into the sun, but she is slightly fairer in complexion than me. Judging from the grammar in that poem..." I black", it sounds like someone from Trinidad wrote it. We have our own funny Caribbean dialect here although we can talk proper english if we want (most of us that is). In Trinidad, we like to leave out words like "am", so we say things like "I hungry" or "I sleepy". Hyuk hyuk.
 
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