It was a market day
And there I saw the finest ram
That ever was fed on hey
The wool upon this ram’s back
It grew up to the sky
The eagles build their nests in it
I heard the young ones cry
The horns upon this ram’s head
They grew up to the moon
A man climbed up in April
And came down again in June
The wool upon this ram’s tail
Was very fine and thin
It took all the girls in Derby town
Seven years to spin
This ram had four mighty feet
And on them he did stand
And every foot this ram had
It covered an acre of land
And every tooth this ram had
Was hollow as a horn
They took one out and measured it
It held a sack of corn
And if you don’t believe me
And think it is a lie
Then you go down to Derby town
A poem by an African Man
Dear White fella....... ..... Couple of things you
should know.....
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??????!
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