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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Remember

Remember
The days of bondage—
And remembering—
Do not stand still.
Go to the highest hill
And look down upon the town
Where you are yet a slave.
Look down upon any town in Carolina
Or any town in Maine, for that matter,
Or Africa, your homeland—
And you will see what I mean for you to see—
            The white hand:
            The thieving hand.
            The white face:
            The lying face.
            The white power:
            The unscrupulous power
That makes of you
The hungry wretched thing you are today.

#Americans #Blacks (January 2009) Poetry Source:

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