The other night, a handful of black millionaires appeared on the Oscars. Everyone thinks it’s great that African Americans are not invisible any more because, as someone once sung, “we can choose the color on the lipsticks of the whores”. Come on, a black actor getting an Oscar for playing Ray Charles is fantastic. Now, what about giving better primary education, safety, sexual education, and a living wage to all the other blacks who are not millionaires?

Anyway, here you have some African-American poetry. Langston Hughes wrote much and well about the oppression of black people in this country, and about atheism, and other political stuff. I have ranted enough about politics already, so here you have one of his softest poems. Enjoy.

There a new young moon
riding the hills tonight.

There’s a sprightly young moon
Exploring the clouds.

There’s a half-shy young moon
veiling her face like a virgin
waiting for a lover.