I, Too, Sing America

I was reminded yesterday of Langston Hughes’ poem, I, Too, Sing America, penned in 1925:

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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
Say to me,
”Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

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[I don’t have a credit/source for this picture, but thought it was a great one.]