Poem by African kid

aku suka poem ni.. simple tp maksudnya mendalam...

The irony of it all....

This poem was
nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an African Kid


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 gray

And you calling me coloured?  

Entry Caca Marba

ni entry campur2.. sbb tu tulis tajuk tu.. boleh la ye.. belasah je..

weekend haritu g umah adik.. ni gambo terbaru amar.. nakalnyaaaaa... waallllaaaaa...

semalam gaji masuk beb.. aaaaa lega hati ni.. maklum le.. poket ku kering sesangat dah.. niat nak beli hbag sbb hbag lama dah koyak.. ganas betul aku ni... so gi kuarkan duit kat bank islam.. pastu terus masuk kedai hbag kat depan bank tu.. pusing2 4-5x... berkenan plak ngan yg ni... murah je.. diskaun 50%.. jadi le RM4o lebih...

mlm tadi x tau nak mkn apa.. last2 masak mi bandung... hehe.. guna perencah segera je.. gempak je lebih.. bahan2 sumer belasah je apa yg ada dlm fridge.. ayam, fishball, sawi, kobis & cendawan.. pernah jumpa mi bandung cendawan?