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Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro – and beautiful!

Langston Hughes

Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
LANGSTON HUGHES

Grave Himself Poet Poetry Politics
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
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Hard Time Life Myself Struggle
Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.
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Death Grave Man Peace Victory
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
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Death Life Live Music Note
To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent, professional, a continuing writer – not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.
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Book Creation Man Professional Story Writing
Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.
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Love Naked Shadow Tree Yourself
Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.
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Build Fake God Imagination People
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left.
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Corner Run Yourself
Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
LANGSTON HUGHES

Born Death Hard Love Yourself
When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
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Beginning Color Moon Poem Police Stop Talk
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
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Bird Break Death Deep Dreams Fast Fly Hold Life Wings
I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.
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Freedom Heart Broken Myself
The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.
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Blood Past Sorrow Tomorrow True
There is no color line in art.
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Art Color Line One Liner
When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.
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Care Cry People Soul Yourself
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
LANGSTON HUGHES

Love Myself Night Play Rain Song

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