Poezie scrisa de un copil african

Am descoperit-o mai tarziu, dar ma bucur ca s-a intamplat. O poezie superba, care fost nominalizata in 2005 la un concurs international de literatura.

When I born, I Black,

When I grow up, I Black,

When I go in Sun, I Black,

When I scared, I Black,

When I sick, I Black,

And when I die, I still black…

And you White fella,

When you born, you Pink,

When you grow up, you White,

When you go in Sun, you Red,

When you cold, you Blue,

When you scared, you Yellow,

When you sick, you Green,

And when you die, you Gray..

And you calling me Colored ??


One response to this post.

  1. Chiar e frumoasa, Octa..ce inseamna sa scrii o poezie intr-o limba pe care o stii pe jumatate si sa ramana totusi poezie


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