I Too Sing America Poem by JANET MURAGA

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother of the White House.
They sent me to eat in the kitchen
When company came,
But I laughed,
And ate well,
And grew strong--
Wise too!

Today
I'm at the table;
My table
When company comes.
Nobody dares
Say to me,
'Eat in the kitchen, '
Now.

Besides,
They see how beautiful I am
And admit-

That I, too, am America.


Replicated from Langston Hughes' poem