Some time ago, a certain American politician made a comment about the U.S. never having been a racist nation. Guys, I got a little hot about that. My solution? Reading poetry.
For more on what the poem “I, Too” by Langston Hughes means to me, read this essay.
Last week, my family found ourselves at the Lynchburg Public Library for an evening performance of our local Kuumba Dance Ensemble. We got an African drumming lesson! And then (literally) checked out the books.
Have I told you my secret yet? The one where the best poetry books are hiding in the children’s section, beautifully illustrated, to boot? Now you know.
All you who are dreamers, too,
Help me to make our world anew.
I reach out my dreams to you.
Yes, indeed! That's exactly where those books are hiding.
I did not know that second poem--thank you for sharing it with us.