Very good. Can’t be anything other than who we are.

m e i r o

This poem written by an African child and was nominated for

 The Best Poem of 2005

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

When I die, I still black

and you white fellows

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 die, you grey

and

you called me coloured?

***

– mei –

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About Kay Dailey

The Dailey Grind Kayla Dailey, is a prolific writer whose aspirations include hope of encouraging those who face trials and difficulties in life through the written word. As a student of the word she writes, Kayla has earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from Ashford University and holds a Master of Arts Degree in Organizational Management with concentration in Public Administration. Mrs. Dailey is an advocate for civic and community building issues, African American liberties, equal employment; as well as, advocacy against domestic violence for women, children, abortion and other issues people face.

Posted on September 19, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Thanks for the reblog, really appreciate.

    Regards,
    mei

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