Coloured...Who me??

I got this as a fwd on my mail and couldnt help smiling away at the self evident ironical statement made at the end of the poem...the shortest poems can be really so devastating, especially when they can turn inside out the logic of notions which we dont give a second thought to...

The poem was supposedly written by an African child....though could have been written by anybody with a great sense of ironic humour

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 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 Gray..

And you calling me Colored ??