The Sunday Morning Muse, August 17, 2008

Cross


My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?


--Langston Hughes

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This poem jumped out at me as I was reading a book by Wayne W. Dyer, called Wisdom of the Ages. It's a book full of poems and philosophies from some of the greatest thinkers. I open it time and again and read a passage. It's one of the books that will never leave my library.