This poem was written by an African child that was nominated by the United nations for the Best Poem of 2005.
When I was born, I black; when I grow up, I black; when I go in the sun, I black.
When I go in the sun, I black. When I scared, I black. When I sick, I black,
and when I die, I still black.
And U white fellows;
when U born, U pink,
when U grow up, U white;
When U go in the sun, U red;
when U cold, U blue;
when U scare, U yellow;
when U sick, U green;
when U die, U grey;
and U call me coloroured???
by Agra Gra
And the wisdom of a little child will lead them!
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i loved this poem way back in the 60s when it first came out you may have changed a couple of words but it is still the same song and meaning
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Oh, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I was not aware it first came out in the 60’s. It’s quite possible the version may have changed a little, as it has gone around the world quite a bit. Do you have the original version?
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Accept and respect we r all the same so then where is the question of dark skin or white skin. They r simply bodies and who dies only bodies the soul never dies. The poem was awesome written by a small child, Amira.
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Thank you so much dear Kamal! Yes, there is much wisdom in this poem coming from a little child who perceives the world so clearly! ❤
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Yes so true Amira. Welcome dear.
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