Just got this in from a friend who has spent quite some time
in West-Africa...
 

African Poetry, Written by an African Shakespeare (?)

Dear white fella,
Couple of things you should know.

When I'm born, I'm black
When I grow up, I'm black
When I go in the sun, I am black
When I'm cold, I'm black
When I'm scared, I'm black
When I'm sick, I'm black
And when I die, I'm still black.

You white fella,
When you're born, you're pink
When you grow up, you're white
When you go in the sun, you're red
When you're cold, you're blue
When you're scared, you're yellow
When you're sick, you're green
And when you die, you're grey
And you have the balls to call me colored?