This poem was nominated 4 best poem of 2005,
written by an African child:
When i born, i black.
When i grow up, i black. When i go in sun, i black.
When i get cold i black. When i scared, i black. When i sick, i black & when i die, i still black.
And u White fellas:
When u born, u pink. When u grow up, u white. When u go in sun, u red. When u cold, u blue. When u scared, u yellow. When u sick, u green. When u die, u grey,
But u call me colored . . . ;->
Munna bhai:apun ko kaisy pata chalay ga k ye bakra hai ya bakri?”
circuit:”simple bhai ,pathar mar kar dekho,
ager bhaga to bakra
aur ager bhagi to bakri.
''1 Pathan Bap Ki Death Par Bohat Roya
Phir Uski Behan Ka phone Aya,
Pathan Or B ziada Rone Laga
Logon Ne Pucha,kya hua?
Pathan: Meri Bahan K Abu Ka B Intiqal Ho Gya
