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)
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2 comments:
profound and beautiful poem.
thanks for sharing.
Ya llegué de vacaciones, deseo ponerme en poco tiempo al día y visitaros a todos.
Gracias por tu vista.
Besos tiernamente dulces :)
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