InCult or Culture, Meditations, Writing

And you calling me colored?


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We’re several days late on this post, but this means so much to us we’re going with it! Therefore, in honor of Black History Month we share this poem with you. Because of its underlying depth. Because of it’s innocence and unvarnished honesty. Because of it’s controversy, as some people find this to be “racism in reverse”, we hear the poet speaker grappling with how to transform observation into knowledge.

Written by an African child and nominated by The United Nations as the Best Poem of 2006.

And you calling me colored??

When I born, I black.

When I grow up, 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 people.

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 grey…

And you calling me colored??



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  • Migdalia - @MsLatina

    Beautiful poem. Sadly, children see so much more than adults.

    March 9, 2016 at 1:48 pm Reply
    • Josie Urbistondo

      Yes, that is so true. It is sad we lose such perspective.

      March 9, 2016 at 4:57 pm Reply
  • Raquel Alonso

    LOL I love the humor in this!

    April 15, 2016 at 10:27 am Reply
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