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Langston Hughes - Theme For English BLangston Hughes - Theme For English B
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The instructor said,    Go home and write    a page tonight.    And let that page come out of you—    Then, it will be true. I wonder if it`s that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem, through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator up to my room, sit down, and write this page: It`s not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I`m what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you: hear you, hear me—we two—you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York, too.) Me—who? Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. I like a pipe for a Christmas present, or records—Bessie, bop, or Bach. I guess being colored doesn`t make me not like the same things other folks like who are other races. So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white— yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. That`s American. Sometimes perhaps you don`t want to be a part of me. Nor do I often want to be a part of you. But we are, that`s true! As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me— although you`re older—and white— and somewhat more free. This is my page for English B.
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