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Black vs White

This is a mail I got from a relative. Apparently, this poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2008:
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 colored?

Comments

Tushar Mangl said…
Wow
amazing!!!
I will not call it the best,
but ya very creative and innovative thoughts
May 2, 2009 at 3:31 PM
Richa said…
the author need an applaud!!
May 2, 2009 at 5:43 PM
muthu said…
the idea is simple and hard hitting.... who is the author of this piece??
May 2, 2009 at 5:43 PM
Netika Lumb said…
@ AM,

In drawing attention to such a sensitive issue, I guess this is the best I've read.

@ Richa,
You bet he/she does..

@ Muthu,

Unfortunately I don't know.. But I shall soon find out.
May 2, 2009 at 9:13 PM
Femin Susan said…
Wow, you have a great poetic heart! Keep up the great posts….. Good job!
May 3, 2009 at 6:26 AM
BrownPhantom said…
This was new :).
Good find.
May 3, 2009 at 6:43 PM
Si_Lee said…
i have read this one more than 2 years back .. i think it was written by an african kid 8 or 9 years old ... in some camp organised by UN
May 4, 2009 at 10:24 AM
Netika Lumb said…
@ Sidharth,

An 8 year old kid??? You sure, right? I mean, it's strnage you know. Considering the depth of the poem and all that..
May 4, 2009 at 3:59 PM
Kartz said…
Yeah, ve read this before. Riveting. Yet poignant. :(

Peace.
May 4, 2009 at 4:01 PM
Si_Lee said…
yep .. it won an award ... notice hw simple the lines are and nt really correct
May 4, 2009 at 4:22 PM
DJ Naik said…
smriti if u would have used grammer tht would be great
May 5, 2009 at 1:05 AM
Netika Lumb said…
@ DJ Naik,

Who are you referring to?
May 6, 2009 at 2:33 PM
Uncertain Princess said…
very creative yar,me loved t:)
May 8, 2009 at 8:43 PM
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