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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

For Selma

In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York...
In places like
Chicago and New York
Kids say,
In places like
London and Paris...
In places like
London and Paris
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York...

#Americans #Blacks

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Me and the Mule

My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
 2
Personal

In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
 1
My People

The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
 2
Bound No’th Blues

Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Madam's Past History

My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Brass Spittoons

Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
 1
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,
 1
Harlem Sweeties

Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
 2
I Continue to Dream

I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Madam and Her Madam

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Dream Boogie

Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Love Song for Lucinda

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Demand

Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
Morning After

I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Wealth

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur



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