National Threat



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


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.


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