Discovering Your Destiny. By Carla Taylor SIUC & LOC Lesson Plan MAT of Education-EDU 550. Langston Hughes 1902-1967. 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.
By Carla Taylor
SIUC & LOC Lesson Plan
MAT of Education-EDU 550
I, too, sing America
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh,And eat well,And grow strong.
Tomorrow,I'll sit at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody'll dareSay to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"Then.
Besides,They'll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed,--
I, too, am America.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin' in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I've got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history's shameI riseUp from a past that's rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.
They are night shadowsviolating borders;fingers curled through chain-link fences,hiding from infra-red eyes,dodging 30-30 bullets.They leave familiar smells,warmth and soundsas ancientas the trampled stones.Running to America.There is a womanin her finestborder-crossing wear:A purple blouse froman older sister, a pair of wornshoes from a church bazaar.A tattered coat from a former lover.There is a childdressed in black.Fear sparkling fromdark Indians eyes;clinging toa beheaded Barbie doll.And the men,some hardened, quiet.Others young and loud.You see something like thisin prisons.Soon they will crosson their bellies; kissingblack earth.Running to America.Strange voiceswhisper behind garbage cans,beneath freeway passes,next to broken bottles.The spatter of words,textured and multi-colored,invoke demons.They must run to America.Their skin,color of earth,is a brandfor all the great ranchers,for the killing floorson Soto Street,and as slaughterfor the garment row.Still they come.A hungry peoplehave no country.Their tearsare the greaseof the bobbing machinesthat rip into cloththat makes clothesthat keep you warm.They have enduredthe sun's stranglehold,el corrito,foundry heatsand dark cavesof mineshungry for men.Still they come,wandering bravelythrough the thicknessof this strange land'smaddening ambivalence.Their cries are singedwith fires of hope.Their babies are bornwith a lionin their hearts.Who can confine them?Who can tell themwhich lines never to cross?For the green rivers,for their looted gold,escaping the blood of a landthat threatens to drown them,they have come,running to America.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere is vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and readyTo drops bombs, but he keeps on forgettingWhat he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth, but the words won't come outHe's choking, how? Everybody's joking nowThe clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no he won't have itHe knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke,
He's so sad that he knows When he goes back to this mobile homeThat's when it's back to the lab again, yoThis whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment And hope it don't collapse on himYou better lose yourself in the musicThe moment you own it you better never let it go, You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo.
In the event of my Demise when my heart can beat no more I Hope I Die For A Principle or A Belief that I had Lived 4
I will die Before My Time Because I feel the shadow's Depth so much I wanted 2 accomplish before I reached my Death I have come 2 grips with the possibility and wiped the last tear from My eyes I Loved All who were Positive In the event of my Demise
In the Event of My Demise