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?