Children's Rhymes

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By what sends
the white kids
I ain't sent:
I know I can't
be President.
What don't bug
them white kids
sure bugs me:
We know everybody
ain't free.

Lies written down
for white folks
ain't for us a-tall:
Liberty And Justice--
Huh!--For All?

More poems by Langston Hughes

Democracy will not come / Today, this year

Love / Is a ripe plum

It was a long time ago. / I have almost forgotten my dream.

What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up