Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Nayyirah Waheed

Sometimes 
I smell my parents
on my words. 
and I weep.


Friday, February 02, 2018

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.