African American poetry

The next poem I want to share with you is written by: Langston Hughes (1902-1967) '' Poet Laureate of Harlem''.


Mother to son

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
and splinters
And boards turn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor, bare.
But all the time
I've been a-climbin' on.
And reachin' landin's
And turnin' corners.
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Dont you set down on the steps
'Cause you find it's kinda hard.
don't you fall now
For I's still goin, honey
I'm still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.