poet Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

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To Certain

You sicken me with lies,
With truthful lies.
And with your pious faces.
And your wide, out-stretched,
mock-welcome, Christian hands.
While underneath
Is dirt and ugliness,
And rotting hearts,
And wild hyenas howling
In you soul's wasteland.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

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  • skiddadle skiddoodle (12/13/2018 9:34:00 AM)

    you never had an noodle

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  • Tazzy (4/2/2018 11:45:00 AM)

    This reminds me of myself when I haven't been to Mass or Confession in a while. I've been the person Hughes is admonishing. I've also been Hughes in this situation when I've needed a friend. One of my favorite poems.

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