I randomly found an interesting poem. Some say it's written by Malcolm X and some say it' by an anonymous an African kid but no one knows for sure who the author is, but it's interesting :)


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 grey

And you calling me coloured?

Original source - http://bookaholicblog.blogspot.com/2009 ... black.html

I wonder if it'll promote racial harmony or be considered as black on white racism. It's a gray area instead of black or white :)

Edited by CorpseHumper - not proper content for General Discussion forums.

And you're calling me racist?

Word.

I thought neither black nor white were colors...

yep

when I see a dumb poem, I laugh

And the sun doesn't rise in the East and set in the West either, but that's a pretty common occurrence in many famous poems, but that hardly makes them stupid, doesn't it? :)

HAHAHA, kid got pwnd.

Humm, i heard that poem years ago but in spanish.

Nice find man.

lol shut up

Cool Poem Bro

Sounds like something any negro would say here in west texas