Somehow I am strong;

They fear my total being.

My brown skin makes murmurs

In crowds where they can see me.

Somehow I am dangerous

With straight hair of darkest night

And dark eyes that

Contrast

The beauty of my might.

Somehow I am powerful

To bring down nations strong

And just my existence

Brings worry to them all.

But I, too, am America

Just like Langston Hughes;

Just like dark-skinned beauties;

Just like ivory too.

Yet somehow they still tremble

And protest for my peace.

Though I am the America.

I am not the least;

I've come from early fathers

And founded peoples near.

Yet somehow they still tremble;

Somehow they still fear.

But I do not doubt

The power that I hold,

For I'm the earliest America.

More my home

Than yours.