الشاعر لانغستون هيوز

To fling my arms wide ,In some place of the sun To whirl and to dance

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

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die

Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover .To a cross roads tree

When I get to be a colored composer I'm gonna write me some music about Daybreak in Alabama And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it