Random musings

(This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2008, 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 colored?

The sky was grey and like a blur, All I could do was to think of her, She left me, betrayed me But still I thought she loved me I was a fool to fall in love with that girl But here I was mourning in betrayal. The raindrops splittering-splattering on the road I had nothing to do but stand there getting bored, I stared across the road for a while, There was nothing but emptiness for a mile, Nature was sleeping, The skies were weeping. The wind in my hair… Heightened my sense of despair I thought about the aim of my life Was it all reduced to find myself a wife? Who would take care of me and my family too? Or maybe treat me like an animal from the zoo… Then suddenly something caught my eye Like a bolt of lightening from the sky I saw a pretty girl wearing a small little frock Standing in the rain as still as a rock Her eyes were like emeralds and her faced glowed like the sun As I approached her she began to run I followed her till the bridge across the river As then she stopped and began...