A quick, poetic word about yesterday's powerful uplift

There is so much to say, and no time to say it, so I wanted to at least offer readers a poem from Langston Hughes, penned during 1924 in a different America to the one we woke to this morning:

I, too, sing America

I am the darker brother

They send me to eat in the kitchen

When company comes

But I laugh

And eat well,

And grow strong.

Tomorrow,

I’ll be at the table

When company comes.

Nobody’ll dare

Say to me,

“Eat in the kitchen,”

Then.

Besides.

They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed –

I, too, am America