THEME FOR ENGLISH B
By Langston Hughes
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-
I went to school there, then Durham, then
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the
up to my room, sit down, and write this
It's not easy to know what is true for you or
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk
on this page.
(I hear New York too.) Me---who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in
I like to work, read, learn, and understand
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,