I just want to share a poem that i read from an article. i believe that it is nominated as the best poem by EU. The author is unknown. I share this poem for fun without any offense. But honestly this poem gives me lots of impression. good luck on paper!! guys
Not sure what sort of accent that is trying to be, but this poem is quite old and the author is unknown. The original version I saw years ago in print was
Being Colored !
When I was born…I was BLACK.
When I grew up…I was BLACK.
When I am sick…I am BLACK
When I go out in the sun…I am BLACK.
When I go out in the cold…I am BLACK.
When I die…I am BLACK.
BUT YOU WHITE FOLK :
When you are born…You are PINK.
When you grow up…You are PEACH.
When you are sick…You are GREEN.
When you go out in the cold…You are BLUE.
When you are scared… You are WHITE.
When you go out in the sun…You are RED.
When you die…You turn PURPLE.
And you have the nerve to call me “COLORED”!