Think about this:
Why do we make fun of other races, calling them "colored" or "aliens", while in their eyes, we probably look the same way?
This is a poem written by an African kid. It was nominated by the UN as the best person.
"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?"
What is the problem with America?
Why do we do these things?
What can we do to change it?
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