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 dareSay to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"Then.
Besides, They'll see how beautiful
I amAnd be ashamed--I, too, am America.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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