Dislike prejudice tell me what u think

by erika   Jul 1, 2005


A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that
he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a
white man behind him. The white man said, \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Colored people are not
allowed here.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"When I was born I was black,
When I grew up I was black,
When I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m sick I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m black,
When I go in the sun I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m black,
When I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m cold I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m black,
When I die I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'ll be black.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"But you sir...
When you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'re born you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'re pink,
When you grow up you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'re white,
When you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'re sick, you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'re green,
When you go in the sun you turn red,
When you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'re cold you turn blue,
And when you die you turn purple.
And you have the nerve to call me colored?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
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