We all know that Africans n black people in general are reffered to as coloured ones, well not any more
Here is a poem written by a 5years African boy addressing white people
Me black when I'm born I'm black
When I grow up , I'm black
When I go under the sun , I'm black
When I'm scared , I'm black
When I'm cold , I'm black
When I m sick, I'm still black
And when I die I die black
When I grow up , I'm black
When I go under the sun , I'm black
When I'm scared , I'm black
When I'm cold , I'm black
When I m sick, I'm still black
And when I die I die black
But you fellow white
When you're born , you're pink
When you grow up, you're white
When you go under the sun , you became red
When you're scared, you're green
When you're cold, you're blue
When you're sick, oh, you're yellow
And when you die , you are grey
When you're born , you're pink
When you grow up, you're white
When you go under the sun , you became red
When you're scared, you're green
When you're cold, you're blue
When you're sick, oh, you're yellow
And when you die , you are grey
Do you still wanna call me coloured???v
