victoria tsiolis


The Black Man - Poem by victoria tsiolis

when i'm born, i'm black
when i grow up, i'm black
wheni get sick, i'm black
wheni go into the sun, i'm black
when i get cold, i'm black
when i die, i'm black
and you, the white man
when you are born, you're pink
when you grow up, you're white
when you get sick, you turn green
when you go into the sun, you turn red
when you get cold, you go blue
when you die, you go purple
and you have the cheek to call me coloured! ! ! !

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Comments about The Black Man by victoria tsiolis

  • Rookie Sameer Ahmed (4/7/2009 4:37:00 AM)

    The intermingling of two racial colors on the planet is superb.....10/10

    Best Wishes

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 7, 2009


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