The Colored People

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A white man said, “Colored people are not allowed here.”
The black man stood up and said:
“Listen sir….when I was born I was BLACK ”
“When I grew up I was BLACK, ”
“When I’m sick I’m BLACK, ”
“When I go in the sun I’m BLACK, ”
“When I’m cold I’m BLACK, ”
“When I die I’ll be BLACK.”
“But you sir.”
“When you are born you’re PINK”.
“When you grow up you’re WHITE, ”
“When you’re sick, you’re GREEN, ”
“When you go in the sun you turn RED, ”
“When you’re cold you turn BLUE, ”
“And when you die you turn PURPLE.
“And you have the nerve to call me colored?”
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away..

This poem was written/submitted by Gabi.

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