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    The poem expresses the speaker's pride in their identity as a black American. While the speaker has faced discrimination, being told to "eat in the kitchen" apart from white guests, they declare that tomorrow they will sit at the table with everyone else. The speaker asserts that they, too, are part of America and will no longer accept being excluded or treated as less than white people.

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    The poem expresses the speaker's pride in their identity as a black American. While the speaker has faced discrimination, being told to "eat in the kitchen" apart from white guests, they declare that tomorrow they will sit at the table with everyone else. The speaker asserts that they, too, are part of America and will no longer accept being excluded or treated as less than white people.

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    LANGSTON HUGHES

    Don't you fall nowFor I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
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    He played that sad raggv t Sweet Bluesl Coming from a black man

    O Blues!

    In a deep song voice with i I heard that Negro sing, tl 'Ain't got nobody in all t

    [, Too
    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 be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare
    Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides,

    Ain't got nobody but ma I's gwine to quit ma fror And put ma troubles on

    Thump, thump, thump, u't

    He played a few chords thr "l got de Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied. Got de Weary Blues And can't be satisfiedI ain't happy no mo' And I wish that I had di And far into the night he c The stars went out and so The singer stopped playin While the Weary Blues ecl He slept like a rock or a m

    They'll

    see how

    beautiful I am

    Mul I
    192i,
    anc yowr son,

    And be ashamed-

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    I, too, am America.

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    Georgia dusk

    And the turpentine wood One of the pillars of the


    You are mlt son!

    The Weary Blues


    Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
    Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,

    Like hell!

    I heard a Negro play.


    Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did alazy sway. . . . He did a lazy sway. . . . To the tune o'those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key. He made that poor piano moan with melody.

    The moon over the turpe The Southern night Full of stars, Great big yellow stars. What's a body but a to' Juicy bodies

    Of nigger wenches

    O Blues!
    Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool

    Blue black Against black fences O, you little bastard What's a body but a The scent of pine wood s

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