PoemI, 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.Langston HughesI, Too · 1926★ 7.0
PoemWhat happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore - And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over - like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?Langston HughesHarlem · 1951★ 6.9
PoemI swear to the Lord I still can't see Why Democracy means Everybody but me.Langston HughesThe Black Man Speaks · 1943★ 6.2
PoemO, let America be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—the land where every man is free.Langston Hughes1936★ 5.5
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