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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Still Here

been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
 
Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me
 
Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’—
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!

#Americans #Blacks

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