I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to the kitchen when company comes But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.

I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa. I’ve been a slave: Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean. I brushed the boots of Washington. I’ve been a worker: Under my hand the pyramids arose. I made mortar for the Woolworth building. I’ve been a […]