Poem of the Week, by Langston Hughes

My poems podcast, Words by Wintercan be found here.

My family is multiracial so these latest murders, of eight Asian Americans in Atlanta by yet another white guy with a Hitler haircut, feel more personal to me, more terrifying, right? Wrong. The idea that it’s on Asian Americans and their families to speak out against hatred is as exhausting as being the lone woman in a roomful of men trying to explain to them what sexism is. It is not my responsibility or my family’s responsibility to take a stand against these hate crimes, it’s everyone’s responsibility.

You know that phrase you still see here and there, If you see something, say something? Flip it around and use it for good. Fellow white people, I ask you to practice putting it to use in your own life. When you hear someone (including someone you love) make a “joke” or a remark with racist overtones, practice saying “Oh, I’m not comfortable with that.”

Do it in a way that works for you and your personality. I usually smile-grimace and squinch up my shoulders and say “oh yikes, no no no.” In my experience, this is surprisingly effective. It works for anti-gay and anti-women “jokes” too. Check out this perfect tiny tutorial by the wonderful Linda Sue Park for more tips. Remember that baby steps are still steps.


Freedom, by Langston Hughes

Freedom will not come
today, this year
            nor ever
through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
as the other fellow has
            to stand
on my two feet
and own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
            Freedom
            is a strong seed
            planted
            in a great need.
            I live here, too.
            I want my freedom
            just as you.  

For more information on Langston Hughes, please click here.

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2 comments

  1. Mark Granier · March 22, 2021

    A BLESSED CURSE
    *for the Human Race*

    May your children and your children’s children
    marry, again, and again, he or she whose skin
    is unmistakably (even in a dim light) that shade
    that has you most affronted and afraid,
    and may these marriages be
    devastatingly happy.

    (from Ghostlight: New & Selected Poems, Salmon, 2017)

    Liked by 3 people

    • alisonmcghee · March 22, 2021

      Love this poem, Mark. I read it somewhere but didn’t save it, and now I can. Thank you so much.

      Liked by 1 person

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