"Mother to Son" |
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Langston Hughes | |
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Well, son, I’ll tell you: |
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Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. |
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It’s had tacks in it, |
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And splinters, |
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And boards torn up, |
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And places with no carpet on the floor— |
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Bare. |
But all the time | |
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I’se been a-climbin’ on, |
And reachin’ landin’s, | |
And turnin’ corners, | |
And sometimes goin’ in the dark | |
Where there ain’t been no light. | |
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So boy, don’t you turn back. |
Don’t you set down on the steps |
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‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard. |
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Don’t you fall now— |
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For I’se still goin’, honey, |
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I’se still climbin’, |
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And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. | |
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