One day, my friend and partner Arthur and I had a meeting discussing about Creativity Lab website. We're trying to create a site to invite authors who are good at to solve problem, think, manag... in "creative" ways to write articles for is. Suddenly, he mentioned this poem:
Dear white fella, A couple of things you should know:
When I born, I am black
When I grow up, I am black
When I go in sun, I am black
When I cold, I am black
When I scared, I am black
When I sick, I am black
And when I die, I am still black.
You white fella,
When you born, you are pink
When you grow up, you are white
When you go in sun, you are red
When you cold, you are blue
When you scared, you are yellow
When you sick, you are green
And when you die, you are grey.
And you call me colored?
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