Langston Hughes

HUGHES (HUES) I’ll challenge you to speak of rivers For the love of Mississippi mud Purposely I’m a little outcast. My racial pride has grown from his poetic lines We pay and pick up all that hasn’t washed away. Out of yesterday I’ll build my America Dark Baby’s tomorrow, Dark Baby’s hair, Dark Baby’s hands Been a slave, a worker, a singer, and a victim: For the love of my hue I pay my debts to Langston Hughes.