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 fellows;
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; when you die, you grey.
And you call me coloured
This was a poem written by an African child some time back, and it was nominated as the best poem of 2005. I really really like it, so now I'm putting it in a journal.