A poem from a black fella to a white fella.

Dear white fella, somethings you should know:

when I was born, I black

when I grow up, I black

when I go in sun, I black

when I cold, I black

when I scared, I black

when I mad, I black

when I sick, I black

and when I die, I still black.

You white fella:

when you born, you pink

when you grow up, you white

when you go sun, you brown

when you cold, you blue

when you scared, you yellow

when you mad, you red

when you sick, you green

and when you die, you grey.

And you have the fuckin nerve to call me colored.