Dear White Fella When I am born I’m black
When I grow up I’m black
When I am sick I’m black
When I go out ina sun I’m black
When I git cold I’m black
When I git scared I’m black
And when I die I’m still black.

But you white fella When you’re born you’re pink
When you grow up you’re white
When you git sick you’re green
When you go out ina sun you go red
When you git cold you go blue
When you git scared you’re yellow
And when you die you’re grey

And you got the cheek to call me coloured?

Steven Pinker, The Stuff of Thought: Language as a Window Into Human Nature

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