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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
My mother
is a woman
like no other.
Fire Thoughts
Hot, flickering fingers
licking, reaching
to where the
cool air lingers.
Glittering Night
I twist, I turn
I cannot fall to sleep
I open my eyes just to see
a shining bright star winking down at me


Thomas Vaughan Jones 18 March 2014
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. :)
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