When I was born I was black
When I was sad I was black
When I was hot I was black
When I was sick I was black
...
I twist, I turn
I cannot fall to sleep
I open my eyes just to see
a shining bright star winking down at me
...
Hot, flickering fingers
licking, reaching
to where the
cool air lingers.
...
And You Call Me Colored
When I was born I was black
When I was sad I was black
When I was hot I was black
When I was sick I was black
When I was scared I was black
When you was born you was pink
When you was sad you was blue
When you was hot you was red
When you was sick you was green
When you was scared you was yellow
And you call me colored.
Written by an African child and nominated by The United Nations as the Best Poem of 2006. Personally I stopped noticing colour 50 years ago. :)