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Author / PoetLangston Hughes

My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder were I’m going to die,
Being neither white nor black?

Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
1 Feb 1902 - 22 May 1967
Movement: Harlem Renaissance
Awards: Anisfield-Wolf Book Award

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