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Poems About Black History Month

 

  We celebrate black history month to bring attention to African Americans’ achievements to the world and honor black achievement and establish a time dedicated to honoring African Americans’ accomplishments and raising awareness of Black history in the United States. 

 

Now I would like to share with you a few quotes about black history that really stood out to me:

 

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,

They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed—

 

I, too, am America.

 

By Langston Hughes

 

Alas! and am I born for this,

To wear this slavish chain?

Deprived of all created bliss,

Through hardship, toil and pain!

 

How long have I in bondage lain,

And languished to be free!

Alas! and must I still complain—

Deprived of liberty.

 

Oh, Heaven! and is there no relief

This side the silent grave—

To soothe the pain—to quell the grief

And anguish of a slave?

 

Come Liberty, thou cheerful sound,

Roll through my ravished ears!

Come, let my grief in joys be drowned,

And drive away my fears.

 

Say unto foul oppression, Cease:

Ye tyrants rage no more,

And let the joyful trump of peace,

Now bid the vassal soar.

 

Soar on the pinions of that dove

Which long has cooed for thee,

And breathed her notes from Africa’s grove,

The sound of Liberty.

 

By George Moses Horton 

Sources: 1,2

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