Langston Hughes, Harlem.

(Ink, pencil, correction fluid)

 

Poet to Bigot.

I have done so little
For you,
And you have done so little
For me,
That we have good reason
Never to agree.

I, however,
Have such meagre
Power,
Clutching at a
Moment,
While you control
An hour.

But your hour is
A stone.

My moment is
A flower.

-Langston Hughes