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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


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