pardon me folks..for the poor fare being offered these days. i have been afflicted by the most severe case of a writers' block. i have more drafts on the blog than entries.

however, on a happy note, one of these days thats goona result in an explosion of posts

this time, its not the usual poem that i post after every. its a canto by Malcolm X

When I'm born I'm black,
when I grow up I'm black,
when I'm in the sun I'm black,
when I'm sick I'm black,
when I die I'm black,

and you...

when you're born you're pink,
when you grow up you're white,
when you're cold you're blue,
when you're sick you're green,
when you die you're gray and
you dare call me coloured.