I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes. But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow I'll sit at the table When company comes Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen" Then.
Besides, they'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed,--
I, too, am America.
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One of my very favorite poems.
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