This Poem was supposedly nominated as the Best Poem for 2005, but where and how i do not know. And even if it actually wasn't, trust me, you wouldn't want to miss reading it for the world.
It goes like this:
When I born, I Black.
When I grow up, I Black.
When I go in Sun, I Black.
When I cold, 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 Colored ?????
Makes you sit back and think a bit, doesn't it? :)
Some months ago, we did a website for an American client. We had put in some Black American pictures in the website as we thought they looked stunning. We believe that they have lively features and they are full of expressions that enriches website quality. To our surprise, the client asked us to remove the pictures saying that his clients silently disapprove of them. Being an American Company, this client of ours, however much I'd like to believe that they are not a racist company by any means, they act obviously under some unknown fear. How much of this fear is based on fact, we do not know. It left a permanent scar in our hearts. Radhamma has considerably reduced eating prepared sweets after this incident as a silent protest against the invisible superpower that she communicates with. She has put one of the pictures of the black lady as her desktop background image along with her lucky bird, Kokkal, which by the way is pitch black with red eyes.