tonights light

natasyadenaya:

nadyadevi:

ardwina:

desysuryani:

This poem is written by an African child. It was nominated for the best poem.

When I was born, I was black.
When I grew up, I was black.
When I am in the Sun, I am black.
When I am scared, I am black.
When I am sick, I am black.
And when I die, I am still black.

And you white fellows
When you were born, you were pink.
When you grew up, you were white.
When you are in the sun, you are red.
When you are cold, you are blue.
When you are scared, you are yellow.
When you are sick, you are green.
And when you die, you are gray.

And you calling me ‘colored’ ??

JUARA