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Hey black child
Do you know who you are
Who you really are
Do you know you can be
What you want to be
If you try to be
What you can be

Hey black child
Do you know where you are going
Where your really going
Do you know you can learn
What you want to learn
If you try to learn
What you can learn

Hey black child
Do you know you are strong
I mean really strong
Do you know you can do
What you want to do
If you try to do
What you can do

Hey Black Child
Be what you can be
Learn what you must learn
Do what you can do
And tomorrow your nation
Will be what you want it to be

Countee Cullen
This poem was made during and for the Harlem Renaissance. The Harlem Renaissance was basically a time when black people moved from the North from the South seeking better opportunities
They tell me to call him father
They say he loves you and he didn't mean to leave you
They defend him and say he is still your father
But who is this man I'm supposed to call father?
He looks just like me, but I don't know him at all
Why should I call this man father?
He doesn't even know me at all
How is that man even considered a father
He left his daughter and didn't even try to come back
This man can not be my father
It seems like no one understands
This man left me in a dark place
Then I find the light and they try to **** it back out
Do I even bother calling this man father?
I was told you have to earn that title
Will he ever earn the title father?
No one gets how I feel
Who is this man I'm supposed to call father?
He's an imposter of what a father should be
878 · May 2015
Black&Darkness
Black is what I'm constantly running from
Darkness just follows suit
Black is the color I've been for so long
Darkness was ******* all life away from me
Black is what I was told I was becoming
Darkness is what i was
The light is so clear to see
But the darkness won't let me leave
Black & Darkness is what I'm fighting
But the Black & Darkness is trying to become me

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