The Negro Mother

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    <strong>The Negro Mother</strong>

    Children, I e back today

    To tell you a story of the long dark way

    That I had to climb, that I had to know

    In order that the race might live and grow.

    Look at my face -- dark as the night --

    Yet shining like the sun with loves true light.

    I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea

    Carrying in my body the seed of the free.

    I am the woman who worked in the field

    Bringing the cotton and the  to yield.

    I am the one who labored as a slave,

    Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave --

    Children sold away from me, Im husband sold, too.

    No safety , no love, no respect was I due.

    Three hundred years in the deepest South:

    But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .

    God put a dream like steel in my soul.

    Now, through my children, Im reag the goal.

    Now, through my children, young and<big>?９9lｉb?</big> free,

    I realized the blessio me.

    I couldhen. I couldnt write.

    I had nothing, back there in the night.

    Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears,

    But I kept trudging on through the lonely years.

    Sometimes,<bdo>９9ｌｉｂ?</bdo> the road was hot with the sun,

    But I had to keep on till my work was done:

    I had to keep on! No stopping for me --

    I was the seed of the ing Free.

    I nourished the dream that nothing could smother

    Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother.

    I had only hope then , but now through you,

    Dark ones of today, my dreams must e true:

    All you dark children in the world out there,

    Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair.

    Remember my years, heavy with sorrow --

    And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.

    Make of my pass a road t></a>o the light

    Out of the darkness, the ignorahe night.

    Lift high my banner out of the dust.

    Stand like free men supp my trust.

    Believe in the right, let none push you back.

    Remember the whip and the slavers track.

    Remember how the strong in struggle and strife

    Still bar you the way, and deny you life --

    But march ever fo<bdi>?</bdi>rward, breaking down bars.

    Look ever upward at the sun and the stars.

    Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers

    Impel you forever up the great stairs --

    For I will be with you till no white brother

    Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.

    <strong>Langston Hughes</strong>

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