Black

This poem was nominated poem of 2005 for the best
poem, written by an African kid.........amazing though!!!
 
 
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 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??

Hope

Likewise, real hope is much more than wishful musing. It stiffens, not slackens, the spiritual spine. Hope is serene, not giddy, eager without being naive and pleasantly steady without being smug. Hope is realistic anticipation which takes the form of determination--not only to survive adversity but, moreover, to "endure . . . well" to the end.