We, the white people on this planet, are the chameleons of our species. If you hold a piece of white paper next to one of us, you will find that we are not white at all!
We are quite unlike the black man; who is generally black; and remain to be so.
When a white man is upset, he goes red,
But when he is red he might be ashamed, shy or sunburned!
When a white man is scared, he is said to be yellow,
But when he is yellow it might also be with jealousy!
When I white man is sick, he is said to be green,
But when he is green it also might be with envy!
Or he might still be young, without experience!
When a white man is left in the cold, he goes blue,
But when he is blue, he might also be sad!
When a white man is ill, he said to be pale,
But how can he go pale if he is already white?
And just the other day I heard that some fellow went purple with rage!
So now that we have established that the black man is black and the white man is not white, exactly what damn colour are we? Pale, red, yellow, green, blue or purple?
Or maybe we are simply non-whites… but that is what we called them before!
Or is skin colour just a pigment of the imagination?
Catfoot Blog (616)
Although I like to sketch with a pen or a pencil, I wish I had the gift to produce sketches of this kind. I think too’ flat’.
rest in peace), I’m once again reminded of the temporary nature of our sojourn here on earth.
Somebody very close disappointed me. Right down to my soul.
