ohkay,
this is likee..for real.
tell meh how this makes you feel and tell meh what you think this poem means.
it's for a project thing.
Cross:
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in h**l,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder were I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?
-Langston Hughes
HELP?
pleasee,
:D
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