Dream-singers,
Story-tellers,
Dancers,
Loud laughers in the hands of Fate—
My People.
Dish-washers,
Elevator-boys,
Ladies’ maids,
Crap-shooters,
Cooks,
Waiters,
Jazzers,
Nurses of babies,
Loaders of ships,
Porters,
Hairdressers,
Comedians in vaudeville
And band-men in circuses—
Dream-singers all,
Story-tellers all.
Dancers—
God! What dancers!
Singers—
God! What singers!
Singers and dancers,
Dancers and laughers.
Laughers?
Yes, laughers….laughers…..laughers—
Loud-mouthed laughers in the hands of Fate.
My People
About the poet
Langston Hughes
James Mercer Langston Hughes was born February 1, 1902, in Joplin, Missouri. His parents divorced when he was a young child, and his father moved to Mexico. He was raised by his grandmother until he was thirteen, when he moved to Lincoln, Illinois, to live wi…
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Dreams
Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams die
The Weary Blues
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I, Too
I, too, sing America.I am the darker brother.
Life is Fine
I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.
Dream Variations
To fling my arms wideIn some place of the sun,
