Fern's Frills

       This Poem written by a Black Gentleman in TX was brought to my attention recently and I just loved it. Such a good sense of humor, I just rolled. I hope you receive it in the spirit it is given.

hugs Deanna

      COLORED People 

  When u Black u Black

When I was born, I was Black

When I grew up, I was Black

When I went in the sun, I stayed Black

When I was cold, I was Black 

When I was sick, I was Black

And when I die, I'll still be Black

Now you "White" folks......

When You're born, your Pink,

When you go in the sun, you get red,

When you're cold, you turn Blue

When you're scared, you're Yellow 

When you get sick, you're Green,

When you bruise, you turn Purple,

When you die, you look Grey,

So why ya'll be callin' us 

Colored folks?       

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