黑人寫給白人De一封信

Dear white, something you got to know When I was born, I was black.  When I grow up, I am black.  When I'm under the sun, I'm black.  When I'm cold, I'm black.  When I'm afraid, I'm black.  When I'm sick, I'm black.  When I die, I'm still black.  you---white people, When you were born, you were pink.  When you grow up, you become white.   You're red under the sun. You're blue when you're cold. You are yellow when you're afraid. You're green when you're sick.  You're gray when you die.  And you, call me "color"?