Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
You were a spokesman of the oppressed.
Immaculate was the way you dressed,
You battled a life of stress,
With the written word you blessed
A young, hungry nation,
Who you gave birth to an idea,
Of a black writer
As an occupation,
You were a poetic giant,
Who loved blues and jazz,
A man of class,
You were the very essence
Of what a poet is to be if black.

These un seen eyes

These Unseen Eyes
Through life’s unseen eyes
Many try
And fail,
Knowing their ship did not sail,
Many die in vain,
Leaving their loved ones to maintain,
Through the process of change
Although it may seem strange,
Out of this thing called change,
Our lives are altered and never stay the same.