Peoples Geography — Reclaiming space

Creating people's geographies

Race and skin colour

Thanks Siri.

This was written by a black gentleman in Texas and is so funny. What a great sense of humor and creativity!!! Credited to Malcolm X apocryphally (see comments) — does anyone have a source?

When I was born, I was BLACK,

When I grew up, I was BLACK ,

When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK,

When I got cold, I was BLACK ,

When I was scared, I was BLACK ,

When I was sick, I was BLACK ,

And when I die, I’ll still be BLACK.


NOW, You “white” folks…


When you’re born, you’re PINK,

When you grow-up, you’re WHITE ,

When you go in the sun, you get RED,

When you’re cold, you turn BLUE,

When you’re scared, you’re YELLOW,

When you get sick, you’re GREEN,

When you bruise, you turn PURPLE,

And when you die, you look GRAY.

So who y’all callin’

C O L O R E D folks?

3 comments on “Race and skin colour

  1. Kilroy
    2 November, 2007

    I represent that!

  2. Bluebear2
    3 November, 2007


  3. Ron
    3 December, 2007

    this was written by Malcolm X
    how dare that **** take credit for that!

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This entry was posted on 1 November, 2007 by in Humor, Humour, Race, USA.

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