I,Too, Am America

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Martin Luther King Jr.’s Method and Goal, was to give the African American people a voice, to help them stand up, and , much like Booker T. Washington, to give them a way to build their way up to the top of the social structure, to prove themselves worthy of high positions.

His Intentions and motives, therefore, are best explained in the poem ” I, too” by Langston Hughes.

So, in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day this year, I present to you a Spoken Word Animation and Montage of the Poem ” I,too”. Below it, is the full text of the poem.


I, too, sing America.


I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.


I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”


They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—


I, too, am America.
– Langston Hughes


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A Poem by Omar Abdelhamid

It is Monday.  

The sky is freshly rolled out

the air is soft and silent

A single crimson leaf

dances above my head


And the world is in front of my eyes

but my arms cannot reach out and grab it


I am a speck in the ground below

Some hear my whispers

Stoop down to listen.

Pick up the words I drop

And place them into my humble basket


  1. Am.  Sinking.

My arms and neck  are stuck in the cement

I cannot reach out, nor do I have a soul to lift me

I am bound to something, something more than me

and it rushes through my bones

through my mind bouncing back and forth and breaking through every thought every memory

And I can feel the frozen bodies of those who fell behind me,  screaming, hoping,

 leaving their legacies

to be plucked by the vulture time

who eats his meal with no haste

they leave it for me

for me  to drop

and for you to stoop down,

pick up, and place into my humble basket


They will find me here

if they care to look


a moment in time

an echo, a memory


And every echo is smaller

when there is no one there to hear

please hear


Send help

Give my words a way

To break me out

out of this cage


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I’ll set a bridge

In a flowing gleaming stream.

Beside the tallest tree

Will be my sky-scraping towers.

And I’ll lay some concrete

And stone blocks

Amidst your flowery jungle crops.

Until my juxtapositioning makes it so

That we are one

And That WE are beauty

That WE are art

-Omar Abdelhamid

I Know Everything About a Stranger

Art Showcase, Authors, Poetry, Theresa Teng

I Know Everything About a Stranger

Two strangers
unbeknowst of one another
chanced a meet at crossroads;
and with millions upon billions of possibilities
destiny wove the threads of their lives together.
Learning of one another’s
but viewing them as perfection.

If I recall
Six months, three weeks, and five days ago
you told me you were lonely;
Four months and two nights ago
a call voicemailed your fears;
Exactly one month and two weeks ago
your frown lines showed me you fear I’d stopped loving you.
I didn’t find it
How could I judge when I felt the same way?!

Only seventeen days ago
we had a midnight picnic
staring into the cosmic abyss;
comparing our love to the endless array of stars and the ever-growing space.
Falling asleep in one another’s arms
feeling protected
(almost) content.
–How could it be that
so quickly everything has changed?

Walking past you
pretending you weren’t there
everything we did,
all that we ever had
was shattered glass no one bothered to put together back,
a wilting flower on its last breath,
a burned book turned to ash

But I still remember everything about you
as if I’ve known you my entire life.
Your scent
the way you dressed
your silhouette;
the little things
your counterfeit smile when you said you weren’t sad
–and I could still list over a hundred facts on you off the top of my head,
if anyone asked.

It was supposed to be forever
because Fate made us bump at crossroads
because of our unspoken promises
because our minds were the same.
So I fixed your insecurities
but what did i gain?
Your gray world into a rainbow
but how come my world hasn’t changed?
..I’m left alone again.

-Theresa Teng

whispering night

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Whispering night

A whispering night

Silences itself to life 

Until normality 

Having long been the rhythm of the sun

Sets and is but a whisper

And the cold trickles up the veins 

When the buttress of the fragile soul 

Breaks and drops it’s  child

And not the dark

But the dimming light is seen

With squinting

” let it live ” is cried

And the light does push so gallantly for life 

Till the final desperate flicker and the  end

Puts it to rest at last 

And sight excludes it 

And when the mind is pressed and the night is dark and the music is soft but deadly 

A child quickly falls and falls and falls


-Omar Abdelhamid