By a Black Shakespeare Dear white fella; Couple of things you should know When I was 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 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 have nerve to call me... Coloured??
hi reena, It is alread posted in the poem section and btw this poem has won a award also.. http://www.indusladies.com/forums/indian-poems/11988-african-kid.html