Black Man Poem

I remember my Aunty Syd showing me this poem as we were leaving Mokuleia to go into
Honolulu so I could practice volleyball.

Black Man Poem

When I born, I black,

When I grow up, I black,

When I go in sun, I black,

When I cold, I black,

When I scared, I black,

When I sick, I black,

And when I die, I still black.

You white folks....

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,

When you bruised, you purple,

And when you die, you gray.

So who you calling colored folks???