Coloured


A Mexican man walks into a cafe one early morning and he noticed that he was the only Mexican man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him. The white man said, “Colored people are not allowed here, ” The Mexican man turned around and stood up. He then said: “Listen Pendejo……

when i was born, i was BROWN, ”

“when i grew up, i was BROWN, ”

“when i’m sick, i’m BROWN, ”

“when i go in the sun i’m BROWN, ”

“when i’m cold, i’m BROWN, ”

“when i die, i’ll be BROWN, ”

“But you Pendejo………..

“when you’re born, you’re pink, ”

“when you grow up, you’re white, ”

“when you’re sick, you’re green, ”

“when you go in the sun, you turn red, ”

“when you’re cold, you turn blue, ”

“And whenyou die, you turn purple, ”

“And you have the nerve to call me colored?”

Racial discrimination is, in my opinion, a sick and undignified practice. Just being coloured or white does not make one superior or inferior. It is just the way one is. Perhaps God, or whoever, made us like this made us different so we could appreciate what we dont have. Or maybe even because we live in different parts of the world, we adapt to different living conditions, were we made to look different. I would like to ask any white person who thinks he is better than a black, what will you do if you had to go to a place like Africa? Would you really still think your white skin is superior when it gets burnt to the bone in the hot sun?

Or do you really think you are superior when you go to beaches to get that tan and show off your new skin tone to your pals?

Think about it.

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