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Am looking for the author of the following poem: When they are cold, they turn blue When they are sick, they turn green When they are hot, they turn red When they are bruised, they turn purple When they are blushing, they turn pink When they are born, they are every color When we are cold, we are black When we are sick, we are black When we are hot, we are black When we are bruised, we are black When we are blushing, we are black When we are born, we are black, "And they call us color" TIA