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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Dream Boogie

Good morning, daddy!
Ain’t you heard
The boogie—woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
 
Listen closely:
You’ll hear their feet
Beating out and beating out a —
 
You think
It’s a happy beat?
 
Listen to it closely:
Ain’t you heard
something underneath
like a —
 
What did I say?
 
Sure,
I’m happy!
Take it away!
 
Hey, pop!
Re—bop!
Mop!
 
Y—e—a—h!

#Americans #Blacks

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