In shadows cast by history’s weight,
A voice emerged, both strong and bright.
Langston spoke of dreams deferred,
Of hopes that soared, yet often blurred.
His words, a melody of strength,
Embraced the truth, defied the hate.
Through Harlem’s streets, his verses flowed,
Revealing stories, deeply sowed.
In every line, a fight for pride,
For justice, love, and dreams denied.
He painted worlds with vibrant hues,
Of unity and soulful blues.
Langston’s legacy, a guiding light,
Inspiring hearts to seek what’s right.
His pen a sword, his voice a shield,
In every word, his truth revealed.