My friend sent me e-mail about a month ago. I don't like poetry but when I read it, I found that it was a good one. Very true, very straight forward, and also funny. And it made me think...
Sometimes we feel that we are better than the others. Sometimes we feel that we are richer than our neighbors, that we are prettier, smarter, etc. But we never realize that there must be someone who is more better, richer, prettier and smarter than us.
There is no need for being a snob. We are not the best, because there is always someone who has more than we have :-)
Here is what the poem said...
Sometimes we feel that we are better than the others. Sometimes we feel that we are richer than our neighbors, that we are prettier, smarter, etc. But we never realize that there must be someone who is more better, richer, prettier and smarter than us.
There is no need for being a snob. We are not the best, because there is always someone who has more than we have :-)
Here is what the poem said...
When I born, I Black
When I grow up, I Black
When I cold, 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 fella
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
And when you die, you Gray...
And you calling me Colored ??
When I grow up, I Black
When I cold, 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 fella
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
And when you die, you Gray...
And you calling me Colored ??
(This was nominated for the Best Poem 2005, written by an African kid, Aly El Sahly)
"HAPPY RAMADAN to all of Muslims around the world"
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