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
When I die, I black

Black & White

It don't matter if you're black, white of yellow if you're brown or red ...

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
When you die, you grey

So, who you calling
“Coloured folks”?

NOTE: I post this poem as an unusually beautiful one in broken English and for a better world without a racial curse.