Of Coloured Skins and Racism...

An African boy wrote this poem in 2005

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 Coloured ??

Its always amazing for me to see us Asians going for skin whitening products while the Caucasians are busy tanning themselves silly. All the trouble for?? To look better? Look better in whose eyes?