Title: Call Me Coloured
Author: Billy
Summary: In response to Quick Pick – Black and Blue
Ratings: PG-15
Disclaimer: I don't own the A Team and I've not made a penny from this; I just do it for the jazz!
Author's Notes: There's a poem and for the life of me I can't remember what exactly it is or what it is called, but it's about racism. I came across it in college, years ago. That poem inspired this.
Copyright: July 2008
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With all the fiasco of the brawl kicking off, Amy gasped as she heard the slimeball say it. That word. Awful word. She'd never seen BA move so fast. And angry. Hannibal, Murdock and Face were ducking punches and dealing with their assailants. Had they heard that word?
"Let's talk colours," BA said, angrily, pinning the guy firmly against the wall. "When you're cold, you're blue, sucker."
"Face!" Amy called, frantically pointing at BA. Face nodded, she hoped, amongst his fight. He ended it quickly, diving at the creep, crashing into a table. With his man down, Face ran towards BA.
"When you're hot, you're red!"
"BA, you're killing the guy!" Face said, struggling to pull BA's hands off the creep's neck.
"When you're sick, you're yellow!"
"Big Guy!" Murdock came to assist Face.
"Me pressing your windpipe, that's turning you grey, sucker."
BA angrily let go of the creep, and he fell away choking, breathing hard, and rubbing his neck. Face and Murdock looked at one another, relieved.
BA scowled. "And you got a problem with me just being black?"
End
