And u calling me colored?

I was checking my messages on my old cellphone, the phone I got when I was still in Pinas, then one message that I have saved is this. This touching little poem, reportedly written by an African child was nominated for the Best Poem in 2005.

Wen i born, i black.
Wen I grow up, i black.
Wen I scared, i black.
Wen i sick, i black.
When i die, i still black.
And u white fella, wen u born, you pink.
Wen u grow up, u white.
Wen u go in the sun, u red.
Wen u cold, u blue.
Wen u scared, u yellow.
Wen u sick, u green.
Wen u die, u gray.

And u calling me colored?

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