Langston Hughes

(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967 / Missouri)

Cross

Poem by Langston Hughes

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 going to die,
Being neither white nor black?


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013


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