White is not absent of colour

Elijah Chapple,
Morris, MN.

For the explanation of this I will use a poem written by a child from Africa:

Colour
When I was 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 U white fellows;
When U born, U pink;
When U grow up, U white;
When U go in sun, U red;
When U cold, U blue;
When U scared, U yellow;
When U sick, U green;
When U die, U grey;
and U call me coloured