Arna Wendell Bontemps (/bɒnˈtɒm/ bon-TOM[1]) (October 13, 1902 – June 4, 1973)[2] was an American poet, novelist and librarian, and a noted member of the Harlem Renaissance. (wikipedia)
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?