Simply put....

A touching little poem, reportedly written by an African child and was nominated for the best poem in 2005 (lifted from The Philippine Star, April 27, 2006)

Wen i born,
i black.
Wen I grow up,
i black.
Wen I scared,
i black.
Wen i sick,
i black.
when i die,
i still black.
And u white fella,
wen u born,
you pink.
wen u grow up,
u white.
wen u go in the sun,
u red.
wen u cold,
u blue.
wen u scared,
u yellow.
wen u sick,
u green.
Wen u die,
u gray.
And u calling me colored?

I copied the poem as it was in the newspaper, with all the uncapitalized letters, wrongly spelled words and erroneous grammatical construction to preserve its essence. To be completely honest, ang lakas ng tama sa akin nung tula that I couldn’t resist the urge to post it here in the blogspot. Imagine, for an African child to have written something like this! Truly, no one is spared from racism and discrimination that even those too innocent to be held victims are aware and victimized by it. For kids to be exposed to such a harsh reality is just one of the saddening ironies that contains this world (and not the other way around).