This poem was nominated poem of 2005. Written by an
African kid, amazing thought:

"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 fellow, 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 Gray... And
you call me colored???.........

 

ha .. thats funny

 

damn that did raise my eyebrows heh..

 

i heard that before that was from a comic stand up, by that one big fat black dude whatever his name is.

 

This poem applies to REAL BLACK ppl like myself. John is excluded
According to last weeks racial draft, John has now been drafted by the Mexicans. Sorry if I offended any mexicans

 

hey i am a real black person too, dont kno about john , but im surprised some kid actually was able to think about such a topic to that degree.

 

Welp....

My Dads side has East Indian, Scottish, and Jamaican
My Moms side has American Indian, French, and Black
Im marrying an Asian, so I think I just about have the globe covered except for spanish

 

HH at OTB. you are set.

 

heheheheh