I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh and I eat well, and I grow strong.
Tomorrow I'll Be at the table when company comes, nobody will dare say to me "eat in the kitchen" then.
Besides they'll see how beautiful I am and be ashamed.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Langston Hughes, Poet