If one day you feel like crying.
Call me, I don't promise u that I will make you laugh but I can cry with you
If one day u want to run away
Call me,I don't promise to ask you to stop but I can run with you
If one day you don't want to listen to anybody
Call me and I promise to be very quiet
But if one day you call and there is no answer
Come fast to see me, perhaps I need you
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This poem was nominated for the 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 scared, I black. When I sick, I black. & when I die, I still black. & you white people. 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 gray… & u calling me colored??

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This poem was nominated for the 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 scared, I black. When I sick, I black. & when I die, I still black. & you white people. 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 gray… & u calling me colored??

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that is really cute. Wow

Thơ này hình như hơi racist một chút tại vì thời buổi này rất là hiếm có người còn gọi người Africa là "colored" nữa rồi.