Does skin colour really matter?
To these two kids – obviously not…

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 fellow 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 coloured?







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It does and then it doesn’t…you can use it to your advantage and sometimes it will do nothing to help your cause.
Guess at the end of the day its about what you want to do with yourself as an individual and with your dreams that makes more of an impact on anything beyond money, status, religion or colour.
I like the poem. Humour has no racial limits!