Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)
Poems by Langston Hughes : 1 / 93
50-50
I’m all alone in this world, she said,
Ain’t got nobody to share my bed,
Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—
The truth of the matter’s
I ain’t got no man.
Big Boy opened his mouth and said,
Trouble with you is
You ain’t got no head!
If you had a head and used your mind
You could have me with you
All the time.
She answered, Babe, what must I do?
He said, Share your bed—
And your money, too.
Langston Hughes
Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010
Poems by Langston Hughes : 1 / 93
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Eventhough this poem was written decades ago.....it still has that swagger that is found now....presently.
This poem describes
What goes on
In these times
Fitting for these times. Everyone's out for money and sex.
This is not only a very good poem, its name is incredibly fitting. Thank you Langston!
I have 50-50 with the truth
With the world i have 1-99
I need more world
Not truth
way to be dead man
from mini matt
p.s. i like monkeys
Hi I'm Boone, and Langston Hughes is beast.
Sure enough, it takes sensible people and an awakening of what's to be 'brought to the table' as my Brother, Alias, 'Rigid' says. And it has hurt me because of what I do and do not have. Yet, it gives me a strong desire to awaken to have more to my relationship. But what I believe the author, Mr. Hughes, is wonderfully and poetically saying is in the title, for both sides as a man and a woman to have something to bring... Whatever it maybe, other than sex and advantageousness to the relationship... Thank You Mr. Langston Hughes for you Brilliance.... May You forever eat of Good fruits and dainties in Heaven.
I'll comment using something I wrote a long time ago during my university years
here it is very naive and not really a poem
My first money,
Dad SnAtched it!
Then all my monies
Took the habit
Of not being mine
But the others'....
Frank Nitty is totally correct Ebony your thinking too much in your own life and missed the real meaning.