colored?? who?

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006 Written by an African Kid.

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 fellow
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??

I don't think so...

I want to see everyone in the world smiling and happy....
Is that supposed to turn off my happiness? I don't think so...

I think everyone is right in their own way...
Does that mean i am wrong? I don't think so...

I can't stand oversmart people...
Do I sound like have a big attitude? I dont think so...

I like to make new friends and colleagues...
Do I forget old pals? I dont think so...

I do analyse people...
Am I a critic? I dont think so...

I like to speak my mind...
Am I being too bold? I dont think so...

I know the race is long & competition fierce...
Does it stop me from trying? I dont think so...

I don't think this, I don't think that...
Let me know what do you think, I am thinking?

I am rambling a lot about myself...
Should I stop? Do you think so?