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I, Too, Sing America[1]

From Sea to Shining Hell Rising up[2]

The Pressing Need of our America is to Show itself as it Is[3]

America it is to thee thou Boasted Land of Liberty – it is to

Thee I Raise my Song – thou land of Blood, Crime and Wrong[4]

I am he who Walks the States with a Barb’d Tongue – Questioning[5]

For Revolting Barbarity and Shameless Hypocrisy – America Reigns without Rival[6]

America is a Great Country – Everyone Else had better Watch Out![7]

Americans are and will always be the Mortal Enemy of my Race[8]

May Indigestion upset the Feast, the Stomach that Gorges

On Cheap Oil, Blood – and Belief in a False History[9]

How much will the CIA pay for the Head of a Poet?[10]

[1] Langston Hughes, I, Too

[2] Ed Roberson, Noise Complaint

[3] Jose Martí, Our America

[4] John Monroe Whitfield, America

[5] Walt Whitman, By Blue Ontario’s Shores

[6] Frederick Douglass, The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro

[7] Tina Brown Celona, The Big Day

[8] María Ruiz de Burton, Letter to Mariano Guadalupe Vallejo

[9] Laura Hershey, Ill at Ease

[10] Heberto Padilla tr. Alastair Reid, Nuclear Umbrella

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