My Master died some time ago
But he left me 'The Ways of White Folks'
And he taught me about 'Democracy'
I recall the 'Dreams' and the 'Dreams Deferred'
And how he sang 'I, Too'
With less than a hundred years between us
His lessons are the same
America for him was brutal
America for me hasn't changed
So with the words he left me,
I craft my trade in his name
With artful thought, I pay my dues
Studying my master, Langston Hughes
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
My Master died some time ago
But he left me 'The Ways of White Folks'
And he taught me about 'Democracy'
I recall the 'Dreams' and the 'Dreams Deferred'
And how he sang 'I, Too'
With less than a hundred years between us
His lessons are the same
America for him was brutal
America for me hasn't changed
So with the words he left me,
I craft my trade in his name
With artful thought, I pay my dues
Studying my master, Langston Hughes
