Today's the last day of National Poetry Month and to cap off the month, I decided to share one last poem. This is one of my favorites. I actually hadn't thought about it in awhile, but after a talk I had with my mom the other day - well, it resonated with me even more. You see, my mom shared about some ugly moments that she and my aunt endured as housekeepers. They were asked to eat in the kitchen - so to speak. Although in my aunt's case, she was told to eat outside. Thinking about what they went through made me think of this Hughes' poem, and it made me think of a lot of other things - but that is for another day and forum. Anyhow, here's the poem:
I, Too, Sing America
by Langston Hughes
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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