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How about girls without mirror :laugh: :laugh:

Live in the present :)
How about girls without mirror :laugh: :laugh:


It will be something like rain without raindrops too :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo:

Or silent rain without thunder and lightning :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

Meera sandhu
Blue colour gives peacefulness to our mind. Black colour for sadness.

http://rebacca-vethathiri.blogspot.in/
Colour give all shades to life and I want my life to be colorful. What about you?
A life without colours can't be imagined. Isn't it?

Happiness has blue colour.......Sorrows have dark shades......Anger has got red colour.......romance is pink in colour...friendship is yellow.
But I want colour of my mind to be white :) :) :) :) :) (Quoted from my most favourite song ;) )


White is considered as a blank color so you want your mind to be blank. :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo:

I know you want peace. :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo:
I want to share this poem with you .
You will love it :)

Written by an African child and nominated by The United Nations
as the Best Poem of 2006.

And you calling me colored??

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 people.
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??

Live in the present :)
Thank you said by: Sandhya Rani
I want to share this poem with you .
You will love it :)

Written by an African child and nominated by The United Nations
as the Best Poem of 2006.

And you calling me colored??

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 people.
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??


Nice one I would like to be called black I don't want to change my color like chameleon with every emotion. :laugh:
The poem truly depict the feelings of the child. I found it very touching :)

Live in the present :)
I want to share this poem with you .
You will love it :)

Written by an African child and nominated by The United Nations
as the Best Poem of 2006.

And you calling me colored??

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 people.
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??


very nice poem

http://rebacca-vethathiri.blogspot.in/
The poem truly depict the feelings of the child. I found it very touching :)


Yes it is very touching.It depicts the discrimination people still do for the colour of the skin. :evil:
I want to share this poem with you .
You will love it :)

Written by an African child and nominated by The United Nations
as the Best Poem of 2006.

And you calling me colored??

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 people.
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??


i want to quote the poem from my collection.....for a white skin thread

Thank you for sharing and reducing my job :) :) :cheer: :cheer:

Meera sandhu
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