I, Too
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.
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4 comments:
I can't think of a poem more fitting during this election year.
Great Poem Tami, I can so relate to this one....
You'd think it was written about me....
Keep up the good work!
I love everything you stand for Tami!
If he is refering to me I hope somebody will be at the table with me.............
This one just seems so right.
My baby never told me,
Go eat in the kitchen,
brother.
Good girl, yes.
Sweet treats, only for me.
Caring, kind, considerate...always.
Always just let me...be me.
Always, loved me...for me.
Me...the darker brother.
Because she knows the pain, the pain.
We help each other, stop the pain,
Heal the wounds,
of the past, present, future, the wounds.
I will always love you, sister.
Never, never ever forget...you.
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