I, Too
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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.
2 comments:
How I've missed blogging.
It is a far more quiet space...I don't feel cluttered, crowded.
I read this on your FB page, yet I can *feel* it here.
Thank you.
Hey Neena. I'm happy that you feel the love. There are many who fear and lack understanding, but I thank God that He has filled me with His love. All I have do is freely give.
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