I got a kick out of this. It was allegedly written by a black man in Texas (although that's probably just BS).
When I was born, I was black.
When I grew up, I was black.
When I go in the sun, I'm black.
When I'm cold, I'm black.
When I'm scared, I'm black.
When I'm sick, I'm black.
And when I die, I'm still black.
You white folks ...
When you're born, you're pink.
When you grow up, you're white.
When you go in sun, you're red.
When you're cold, you're blue.
When you're scared, you're yellow.
When you're sick, you're green.
When you're bruised, you're purple.
And when you die, you're gray.
So who you callin' colored?
One man with courage makes a majority.