Colored People
Dear white fella,
Couple things you should know
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 fella,
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 have the nerve to call me colored?
10 Comments:
mr maximus has a website. jolly good fun.is that from dc talk's colored people??? or what. tootles
Sunday, May 01, 2005 8:40:00 PM
i found your website too! thats exciting.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005 8:23:00 PM
Great poem, Greg! Where'd you find it?
Wednesday, May 18, 2005 11:18:00 PM
come on greg! the questions are piling up on you!! good thing you never check your webpage...
Thursday, May 19, 2005 12:21:00 AM
it's an ancient e-mail that i've been holding on to for a couple years. i have no idea who the author is. it's not from dc talk "colored people".
Tuesday, May 24, 2005 8:05:00 PM
pretty sweet
Thursday, June 09, 2005 10:49:00 PM
special.
Sunday, June 12, 2005 10:34:00 AM
oh! i just understood the poem greg. that is good. gross my cat just farted
Sunday, June 12, 2005 10:35:00 AM
"colored People" is my favorite DC Talk song
Sunday, June 19, 2005 1:01:00 PM
you cracked me and kaari up. nice poem
Saturday, November 12, 2005 7:56:00 PM
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