This poem was written by an afrrican child:
When I born, I black
when I grow up, I black
when I go in the 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, u pink
when you grow up, u white
when you go in the sun, u red
when you cold, u blue
when you scared, u yellow
when you sick, u green
and when u die u grey.
And you ******* calling me coloured!?!?

sad she/he is already so prejudiced towards the whites for what ever reason…live together in harmony…its not easy but its the only way…