The poem below apparently was written by a black gentleman in Texas. He does raise very relevant question why a black man/woman is referred to sometimes as coloured when they are anything but. This poem is one which is a real food for thought!
When U Black, U Black
When I was born, I was BLACK,
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK,
When I got cold, I was BLACK,
When I was scared, I was BLACK,
When I was sick, I was BLACK,
And when I die, I’ll still be BLACK.
NOW, You ‘white’ folks……
When you’re born, you’re PINK,
When you grow-up, you’re WHITE,
When you go in the sun, you get RED,
When you’re cold, you turn BLUE,
When you’re scared, you’re YELLOW,
When you get sick, you’re GREEN
When you bruise, you turn PURPLE,
And when you die, you look GREY.
When I was born, I was BLACK,
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK,
When I got cold, I was BLACK,
When I was scared, I was BLACK,
When I was sick, I was BLACK,
And when I die, I’ll still be BLACK.
NOW, You ‘white’ folks……
When you’re born, you’re PINK,
When you grow-up, you’re WHITE,
When you go in the sun, you get RED,
When you’re cold, you turn BLUE,
When you’re scared, you’re YELLOW,
When you get sick, you’re GREEN
When you bruise, you turn PURPLE,
And when you die, you look GREY.
So why y’all be callin’ us
COLORED Folks.