To A Brown Boy

By Countee Cullen

That brown girl's swagger gives a twitch

To beauty like a Queen,

Lad, never damn your body's itch

When loveliness is seen.

For there is ample room for bliss

In pride in clean brown limbs,

And lips know better how to kiss

Than how to raise white hymns.

And when your body's death gives birth

To soil for spring to crown,

Men will not ask if that rare earth

Was white flesh once, or brown.

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