langston hughes


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os poemas de langston hughes aqui ditos
 
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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 where I’m gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?
 
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Me and the Mule
 
My old mule,
He’s gota grin on his face.
He’s been a mule so long
He’s forgotten about his race.
 
I’m like that old mule —
Black —and don’t give a damn!
You got to take me
Like I am.