This poem is the immediate reactions I had the night my mother was murdered. From the thought of my stepdad dying to the shocking revelation that my mother was the one who had passed.

Langston Hughes had the awesome responsibility of representing a people, even when they didn’t want him to. As he matured, he couldn’t help but feel sour about the way the world works.

Poetry Blvd.

I was reading a book of short stories and poetry by Langston Hughes, while I ate at my favorite fast food restaurant.