Theme for English B
Then, it will be true.
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
This is my page for English B.
I wonder if its that simple?
Being m九_九_藏_书_网e, it will not be white.
and somewhat more free.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
I am the only colored student in my class.
although youre older--and white--
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
The steps from the hill www.99lib.netlead down into Harlem,
hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page.
the same things other folks like who are other races.
Langston Hughes
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
But we are, thats true!
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
The instructor said,
You are white--
a part of you, instructor.
But it will be
Theme for English B
So will my page be colored that I write?
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess Im what
And let that page come out of you-99lib•net-
(I hear New York, too.) Me--who?
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:
I guess being colored doesnt make me not like
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
Sometimes perhaps you dont want to be a part of www•99lib•netme.
As I learn from you,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
I guess you learn from me--
Its not easy to know what is true for you or me
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
Thats American.