Monday, August 20, 2007

Cross

My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.

If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell
I'm sorry for that evil wish
and now I wish her well.

My old man died in a fine big house
My ma died in a shack
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white or black?

Langston Hughes(1902-1967)

2 comments:

Nina said...

profound and beautiful poem.

thanks for sharing.

** MARÍA ** said...

Ya llegué de vacaciones, deseo ponerme en poco tiempo al día y visitaros a todos.

Gracias por tu vista.

Besos tiernamente dulces :)


** MARÍA **