African American Poetry (1870-1926): A Digital Anthology

The White Ones by Langston Hughes

I do not hate you,
For your faces are beautiful, too.
I do not hate you,
Your faces are whirling lights of loveliness and splendor, too.
Yet why do you torture me,
O, white strong ones,
Why do you torture me?

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