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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

I, Too
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.

#Americans #Blacks #FreeVerse #RaceAndEthnicity #SocialCommentaries & Heroes Patriotism

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