I, too, sing America
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes,
Nobody'll dare
Nobody'll dare
Say to me
"Eat in the kitchen,"
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
—Langston Hughes
How very strange, that I was reading this very poem myself, yesterday, and admiring it.
ReplyDeleteI haven't read it, but it's powerful.
ReplyDeleteThat's odd, because I was just surfing the web and came across it. I want to follow up on him some more. I had heard of him, of course, but never read his stuff.
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