After Langston Hughes’ I, Too, Sing America
I, too, sing of roasted malts.
I am the cocoa porter.
They add cocoa beans and honey
When the pouring comes,
And you’ll laugh,
and sniff well,
Strong cocoa notes.
Tomorrow,
There will be three of six
When company comes.
Everybody’ll stare
And say to me,
“Medium brown, off-white head,”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how chocolately I am
And be intrigued–
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