Poem - nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006
November 6, 2007
This poem was nominated by the UN as the best poem of 2006
Written by an African KidWhen 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 
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November 7, 2007 at 1:04 am
Witty poem with sharp edges. Helariously biting words that speak the truth. Makes the reader laugh and cry inside.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
November 27, 2007 at 5:23 am
The poem is very intensely written and inocently perfect. I can surmise that the kid is really exposed to the reality of life in which he/she precisely express it in this poem…He/she has a way of traslating lifes harshness and crystalize it into a art form….
God bless you kid.Hope you know Jesus so you will see what is the true color of life and colorful promise that awaits life after black..
cheers Jo from philippines
November 29, 2007 at 10:42 am
i seriously doubt that the un nominated this as the best poem of 2006. I search extensively the UN sote and nowhere could i find any evidence that UN suggested this as the best poem, nor that it suggested any poem at all. Even worse i clearly rememebr listening a disco-house tune which had as its lyrics this poem. I dont questions its quality, but i believe its background story is fake.
December 4, 2007 at 8:12 pm
I knew this poem as far back as 1992.
February 7, 2008 at 2:50 pm
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February 8, 2008 at 10:47 pm
“When I’m born I’m black, when I grow up I’m black, when I’m in the sun I’m black, when I’m sick I’m black, when I die I’m black, and you… when you’re born you’re pink, when you grow up you’re white, when you’re cold you’re blue, when you’re sick you’re blue, when you die you’re green and you dare call me coloured” - Malcom X
February 21, 2008 at 8:37 am
Dear African Kid,
I read the poem when a friend forwarded it to me. I mailed the poem again to several other colleagues and friends and recieved a great response. Everybody seem to love the reality expressed with simplicity and innocence which has a deep meaning and history attached to it….Way to go Kid. I wonder what your name is? What part of Africa you are from and how old are you? Just inquisitve….Best wishes.