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 gray
And you calling me colored??
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Got this in an email
Hmm, k...Why do I have the feeling that the writer seems to use broken English purposely?
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I still don't get the hotel reservation, neither do I get the P *3 thing. How could you tell that I'm not a techno person? lol
And yea, not just my mother, but my whole family always seems to look out for me, since I'm the youngest in the family...
Hmmm. BEST poem? It was rather good. I suppose poetry is a very personal things.
ReplyDeleteYou tagged me (Diana, AKA Forgetfulone) for Flavor of the Month, and it's up on my blog now.