In Harlem’s heart, where dreams are sewn,A voice arose, resilient and strong,Langston spoke of hope and home,In verses that righted every wrong.Through rhythms of jazz and blues profound,He captured the pulse of a people’s fight,In every word, their strength resound,A beacon in the darkest night.He painted pictures with every line,Of journeys carved on unyielding roads,Of dignity that refused to resign,In the face of burdens and heavy loads.Ode to the race, to dreams deferred,Through Langston’s pen, their stories live,A legacy of voices heard,Empowered to rise, to strive, to give.