langston hughes
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No One is You And That is Your Power
I still go to libraries. I got my first library card at the Hall Branch Library on 48th in Michigan on Chicago’s south side. I was thirteen years old and still needed my mother’s signature. I wasn’t into Black History back then. I chose this library because I wanted to check out books, and it was… Continue reading
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Langston Hughes Documentary, ‘I, too, Sing America: Langston Hughes Unfurled’ to Explore His Life & Work – GOOD BLACK NEWS
Langston Hughes fans check it out! A documentary is on the horizon. Click through to the original article below. And for a fun, fictionalized sneak peek into the life of Langston based on real historical events, be sure to check out Renaissance: The Nora White Story book one, now just 99cents on Amazon. https://goodblacknews.org/2018/06/12/langston-hughes-documentary-i-too-sing-america-langston-hughes-unfurled-to-explore-his-life-work/ Continue reading
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Mother to Son | Langston Hughes
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 torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there… Continue reading
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First, Build Yourself
“When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself” ― Langston Hughes Continue reading
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The Harlem Renaissance No One Talks About – Guest Post by, Yecheilyah Ysrayl…
For some reason I can’t reblog from my mobile anymore. However, that’s not why you’re here… Do be sure to check out my latest article on The Story Reading Ape Blog at the link below. We are covering some basic history on The Harlem Renaissance movement, to include what no one talks about. Click through… Continue reading
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Why I Write Truth
Because the world is a violent one and screaming death a song so routine is its lyrics crooked notes twisted and then dropped like lifeless bodies a glass vase shattering crackling like fire on the mountain and no one seems to be on the run I write truth because its better to spill ink than blood… Continue reading

