Classic poem of the day
I am black and I have seen black hands, millions and millions of them—
Out of millions of bundles of wool and flannel tiny black fingers have reached restlessly and hungrily for life.
Reached out for the black nipples at the black breasts of black mothers,
And they've held red, green, blue, yellow, orange, white, and purple toys in the childish grips of possession,
And chocolate drops, peppermint sticks, lollypops, wineballs, ice cream cones, and sugared cookies in fing......
