I swear to the Lord I still can't see why Democracy means everybody but me.
Harlem Renaissance poet
I swear to the Lord I still can't see why Democracy means everybody but me.
Harlem Renaissance poet
From his poem 'Democracy,' a direct and unfiltered protest against racial inequality and the hypocrisy of American ideals, highlighting the exclusion of Black Americans.
1949
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