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Arna Bontemps
American
Poet
About the author
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.
Arna Bontemps,
American
Poet
#Act
#Literary
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.
Arna Bontemps,
American
Poet
#Sun
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?
Arna Bontemps,
American
Poet
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.
Arna Bontemps,
American
Poet
#Dance
#Dreams
#Rain
#Sky
#Fathers
#Jungle