Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,

hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.

I went to school there, then Durham, then here

Thats American.

up to my room, sit down, and write this page:

ｒｅaｄ.9９cｓｗ•cｏmSometimes perhaps you dont want to be a part of me.

Go home and write

I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,

I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salｈtｔps://rｅａd•99cｓｗ•cｏｍem.

at twenty-two, my age. But I guess Im what

I am the only colored student in my class.

the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator

So will my page be colored that I write?

And let that page come out of you--

Nor do I often want to be a part ofhttps://read.99csw.com you.

(I hear New York, too.) Me--who?

to this college on the hill above Harlem.

Its not easy to know what is true for you or me

This is my page for English B.

a page tonight.

through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,

I like a pipe for a Christmas present,

Irｅad.９9cｓw•coｍ wonder if its that simple?

But it will be

You are white--

Then, it will be true.

a part of you, instructor.

But we are, thats true!

The instructor said,

yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.

although youre older--and white--

I guess being colored doesnt make me not 九_九_藏_書like

I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:

or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach.

and somewhat more free.

the same things other folks like who are other races.

I guess you learn from me--

As I learn from you,

Being me, it will not be white.