A view on "coloured" people

This poem was written by a little, black boy and was"Written by an African child and nominated by UN as the Best Poem of 2006."


This is a piece of writing that I hold very dear to myself, despite having none of the cultural issues involved. I have always hated the term "coloured", if I am able to describe myself as white then I certainly feel that describing other races as "black" or whatever should be allowed. I don't understand why there is such an issue in discussing physical and cultural differences. Anyway, I present this poem, a favourite of mine. In fact I could say that this is the only poem I like and view as relevant to life.


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 people.
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 colored??