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.
 

To lean more about the author of this poem, Langston Hughes, visit The Academy of American Poets at http://www.poets.org/poets/poets.cfm?prmID=84