But Then Again

Last night when I was facebooking, I saw Afiqah, a friend of mine posted something that caught my eyes. And I believe it is worth sharing. It was about a poem written by an African kid which was nominated by UN as the best poem in 2006. Let's take a look, shall we?

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 fellow
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 grey
And you calling me colored?

Beautiful, isn't it? It reminds me what Assoc. Prof. Abdul Karim Abdullah (Mr Kieran actually if you haven't got the faintest idea) once said in my Contemporary Literature class. He once asked "What is it so special about children telling story?"

And I answered "They are honest?".

And he nodded.