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By Rita Dove We were dancing—it must have been a foxtrot or a waltz, something romantic but requiring restraint, rise and fall, precise...

BY LANGSTON HUGHES
 
Well, son, I’ll tell you:

BY CLAUDE MCKAY

By Sonia Sanchez

(for Emmett Louis Till)

1.

Your limbs buried

in northern muscle carry

BY DANTE ALIGHIERI

By Marin Espada —for Frank Espada The beer company did not hire Blacks or Puerto Ricans, so my father joined the picket line at the...

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

BY NIKKI GIOVANNI

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