This was written by a black guy in Texas and is so funny. What a great sense of humor and creativity! When I born, I black, when I grow up, I black, when I go in sun, I black, when I cold, I black, when I scared, I black, when I sick, I black, and when I die, I still black. You white folks.... 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, when you bruised, you purple, and when you die, you gray. So who you callin' colored folks ?
I think this poem won 'The Best Poem of the Year' Award! I can feel how much that guy must have gone through his days! sriniketan
You are right, Sriniketan. I remembered Mahathma Gandhi's description of people in the world. He said God is like a baker and when he baked westerners he did not do it fully so they are white. When he baked Africans he overbaked so they are black and when he baked Indians he did it correctly so they are brown. Regards, TDU
hi TDU sir, thanks for posting this poem. i've been searching for it for quite sometime.i really like the irony of the situation... a white man calling the black man 'coloured' when he is the one turning into various shades of colours.... regards
Hi TDU Sir, a nice poem...i ve read it many times already..but still feel like reading it again n again wherever i come across it.. but read Gandhiji's description for the first time from ur post..thanks for sharing it too..
