African American Poetry: A Digital Anthology

A Black Pierrot by Langston Hughes

I am a black Pierrot:
   She did not love me,
   So I crept away into the night
   And the night was black, too.

I am a black Pierrot:
   She did not love me,
   So I wept until the red dawn
   Dripped blood over the eastern hills
   And my heart was bleeding, too.

I am a black Pierrot:
   She did not love me,
   So with my once gay-colored soul
   Shrunken like a balloon without air,
   I went forth in the morning
   To seek a new brown love.

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