
Langston Hughes:
Negro (1958)
I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
I’ve been a slave:
Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
I brushed the boots of Washington.
I’ve been a worker:
Under my hand the pyramids arose.
I made mortar for the Woolworth Building
I’ve been a singer:
All the way from Africa to Georgia
I carried my sorrow songs.
I made ragtime.
I’ve been a victim:
The Belgians cut off my hand in the Congo.
They lynch me still in Mississippi
I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
Chris
thanks for sharing this great poem.
No problem, it’s a great poem, especially for this time of year.