Cross by Langston Hughes

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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 were I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?

Langston Hughes

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Butter Scotch (5/10/2008 10:49:00 AM)
This poem gave me a feeling that what ever race you are you should be happy with it because it your race ur culture your everything also I learned that never disrespect your parents, you will then turn over and see this future where you feel sorry for them because something happened to you the same way. So again I will thank langston hughes for these nice poems he wrote for me and I hope to get reading he most famous poems!

Little Poet (4/23/2008 2:02:00 PM)
this is a great poem about the differences that you shouldn't no matter what color your skin is if i were a teacher i would use this as a poetic way to teach how bad racism can be.

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