Monday, September 22, 2008

Dear White fella

Coupla ting you orta No
Firstly,
When I am born, I'm black
When I grow up, I'm black
when I get sick, I'm black
When I go out ina sun, I'm black
When I'm cold, I'm black
When I get scared, jees I'm black
And when I die, I'm still black

But white fellah...
when you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you sick, you green
When you ina sun, you go red
When you cold, you go blue
When you get scared, you yellow
And when you die, you purple

And you got the cheek to call me colored??

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

We sigh for the joys that were coming, and never came;
We sit in the dark and weep, with our hearts aflame;
We feel the crush and the grind of the silent mill
Feel the crush and the grind, while our lips are still.

What, then! shall we spurn our life as a broken thing ?
Shall we fling a curse in the face of Heaven’s King ?
Happy is he who keepeth his trust through all;
He may shrink and shiver, and falter, but shall not fall.

By Ellen P. Allerton.
(last two verses)