How Beautiful I Am

Tomorrow,
I’ll be 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, am America.

— Langston Hughes, “I, too”

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4 Responses to How Beautiful I Am

  1. Michael says:

    Man, another great one. Are prospective boyfriends exhilarated or daunted by your bookshelves?

  2. red says:

    If they are exhilarated, they have a shot with me. If they are daunted, I kick them to the curb.

    One was actually totally indifferent to them, which I found supremely charming. He looked at the 5 book shelves around my room, as he was stretching and yawning, and commented, “Man, you must be pretty intelligent.”

    That might be the best response. :)

  3. Mitchell says:

    love that poem!!

  4. Michael says:

    Hmm . . . have to remember that.

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