Dear white fellow:
There's a few things you ought to know.

When I was born, I was already black.
When I started growing, I was black.
When I go to the beach, I'm still black.
When I'm very cold, I'm still black.
When I'm scared to death, I'm still black.
When I'm feeling sick, I'm still black.
Even when I die, I'll keep being black.

On the other hand, you, dear white friend:

When you're born, you're pink.
When you start growing, you're white.
When you go to the beach, you turn red.
When you're very cold, you turn blue.
When you're scared to death, you turn yellow.
When you're feeling sick, you turn green.
When you die, you'll turn gray.

And you still have the balls to call ME a "colored man"!

Signed,
A pissed off black man.