poem

 
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.
 
--Langston Hughes
A very appropriate poem for today, via The Daily Dish