A One Way Voyage........

I live life not the way I want it. I live life the way I decided. Decisions never always reflect what you want. Whether it's a mistake or not, it is the way God wanted it to be. Not known for now, but there is a reason, for I have died once, yet lived again. Be it fraught with upsets, at the end of the road, for as long as I can say "I have not harmed a soul", then it withstood the waves and the journey was perfect.-Falcon116

Friday, May 4

Still a prevalent altercation within all social strata is the issue of skin color...Does it still matter?


A poem reportedly written by an African child and was nominated for the Best Poem in 2005.
Wen i born,
i black.
Wen I grow up,
i black.
Wen I scared,
i black.
Wen i sick,
i black.
when i die,
i still black.
And u white fella,
wen u born,
you pink.
wen u grow up,
u white.
wen u go in the sun,
u red.
wen u cold,
u blue.
Wen u scared,
u yellow
Wen u sick,
u green.
Wen u die,
u gray.
And u calling me colored?

2 comments:

Rajeev said...

Whoa! this is glorious!!
I remember reading this yesteday!
but dono where!!
thanx for sharin!!

peace & love
JeeVY

shnaggy said...

this is a really good one.
so true...