Dear White Fella
Published on Fri 19 July 2002
A poem from a black fella to a white fella.
Dear white fella, somethings you should know:
when I was born, I black
when I grow up, I black
when I go in sun, I black
when I cold, I black
when I scared, I black
when I mad, I black
when I sick, I black
and when I die, I still black.
You white fella:
when you born, you pink
when you grow up, you white
when you go sun, you brown
when you cold, you blue
when you scared, you yellow
when you mad, you red
when you sick, you green
and when you die, you grey.
And you have the fuckin' nerve to call me colored.