Poetry Friday: I, Too by Langston Hughes

Give me your tired, your poor 

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Because this is America.
Because this is who we are, or are supposed to be.
Because no country is a sh--hole and no human being is disposable.

I, Too
by Langston Hughes

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.

(Read the rest at The Poetry Foundation.)

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