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.
From Lizzy in Making Light's comments.
Posted by Linkmeister at January 20, 2009 11:22 AM | TrackBackI heard this poem on "The View" this morning. One of the hosts, Sherry, is teaching this poem to her son...
Let's hope he never has to go through what the author writes about.....!