My Opera is closing 3rd of March

Like a drifter I was born to walk alone..

I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not

thinkaboutit

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 grey

And you calling me colored.??


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Söguprófangie... aaaaaaaaaannnnngie... you can't say we never tried..

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Unregistered user Monday, December 10, 2007 12:51:28 PM

mamma þín writes: Mikið rétt.

Unregistered user Monday, December 10, 2007 12:51:56 PM

mamma þín writes: Mikið rétt.

Unregistered user Saturday, December 15, 2007 2:02:24 PM

Karí writes: þetta er nú alveg satt !! Nema ég... ég er náttlega bara alltaf brún ;)

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