I, too sing America.
Company has arrived I as a Negro in this Country, They push me off to the kitchen, To eat on the cold kitchen floor But this doesn’t faze me. I eat proudly. The next day, week, month, year, I will eat with the Family There won't be a thought of sending me out They will instead say, “Come eat with us at the dining table,” By that time. And so what, I’ll show them how fascinating I am And would experience the utmost guilt- I, too, am America.
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