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Dis poem was nominated by UN as d best poem of 2008.. written by an african kid…
wen I born, I black
wen I grow up, I black
wen I go in sun, I black
wen I cold, I black
wen I scared, I black
wen I sick, I black
wen I die, I black
n u white felow
wen u born, u pink
wen u grow up, u white
wen u go in sun, u red
wen u cold, u blue
wen u scared, u yelow
wen u sick, u green
wen u die, u gray
n u cal me colored..??
An old Farmer wrote to his son who was in prison, ‘Dis year I won’t be able to plant potatoes because I cant dig the ground. I know if you were hereyou would helpme’.. The Son replied ‘You idiot, dont gid the ground, thats where I buries the guns’… Police reads the letter next day and ground was dug by police looking for guns but nothing was found and then son wrote again, ‘Now plant your potatoes dad, its the best I could do from here’. So, where there’s a will there is a way’
