Sunday, October 31, 2010



When I was born, I was black.
When I grow up, I'm black.
When I'm ill, I'm black.
When I go out in the sun, I'm black.
When I'm cold, I'm black.
When I die, I'm black.

But you -

When you're born, you're pink.

When you grow up, you're white.
When you're ill, you're green.
When you go out in the sun, you go red.
When you're cold, you go blue.
When you die, you're purple.

And you have the nerve to call me coloured?

I love this poem. I came across it in literature class.
I thought it was awesome and so I wanna put it in
here. The poet is witty in using all the colours
to give them back a taste of their own medicine.
Some people claim it was written by Malcolm X, 
and some claim a boy wrote it and the poem actually
won sth from the UN. No matter what, it's a very nice,
intricate and kinda 'in your face' poem LOL


  1. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA FUNNAAAYYYYYYYY really teacher ayat mcm nk stick this piece on those whites' face.. =DD but they both are nice =]

  2. LOLOLOL FLY... glad that ur housemates are nice :DD


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