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By Countee Cullen

*For A Lady I Know*

She even thinks that up in heaven
Her class lies late and snores,
While poor black cherubs rise at seven
To do celestial chores.

*Incident*

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
And he was not whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

By Langston Hughes

*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 sit 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.

*Goodbye, Christ*

Listen, Christ,
You did alright in your day, I reckon-
But that day's gone now.
They ghosted you up a swell story, too,
Called it Bible-
But it's dead now.
The popes and the preachers've
Made too much money from it.
They've sold you to too many

Kings, generals, robbers, and killers-
Even to the Tzar and the Cossacks,
Even to Rockefeller's Church,
Even to THE SATURDAY EVENING POST.
You aint no good no more.
They've pawned you
Till you've done wore out.

Goodbye,
Christ Jesus Lord God Jehova,

Beat it on away from here now.
Make way for a new guy with no religion at all-
A real guy named
Marx Communist Lenin Peasant Stalin Worker Me-

I said, ME!

Go ahead on now,
You're getting in the way of things, Lord.
And please take Saint Ghandi with you when you go,
And Saint Pope Pius,
And Saint Aimee McPherson,
And big black Saint Becton
Of the Concecrated Dime.
Move!
Don't be so slow about movin'!
The world is mine from now on-
And no body's gonna sell ME
To a king, or a general,
Or a millionaire.

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Rosa Parks is Dead.... beezelbub - Tuesday, October 25 2005, 4:54:23 (CEST)
- Poems From The Harlem Rennaissance Emil - 10/26 23:14
  - Re: Poems From The Harlem Rennaissance Emil - 10/26 23:37
    - Re: Poems From The Harlem Rennaissance beezelbub - 10/27 00:32
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  - Re: Poems From The Harlem Rennaissance Maggie - 10/27 00:33

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