My Brother, You're an Optimist

Borrowing from Langston Hughes.

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker sister.
He send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I cry,
And eat anyway,
And grow weary.

Tomorrow,
He'll have stolen my table
When company comes.
Nobody'll care
Say to me,
"Open your lips, cunt!"
Now!

Besides,
They'll see how disgusting I am
And concur, conspire, or remain silent—

I, too, am America.