Poetry

I, too, sing America

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.

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, sing America