Harlem Renaissance

I just rediscovered a wonderful poem by one of my favorite poets.

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.

Langston Hughes wrote this in 1951, and it feels like it could be the birth of hip-hop. If it's not the birth, then perhaps it conceived the first MC.

Ali Rap.