Colored view

I saw this poem in The Star last Saturday but there was no mentioned of who the author was. I think he/she summed up a nice view for those who always think different of colored person. Although it is grammatically incorrect, the content brings a whole lot of new dimension to the way people think. Thank you for the nice poem and may God bless you…

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 fella
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?