In the heart of Harlem’s streets so wide,
Where dreams and hopes in shadows hide,
There lived a man with words so bold,
Whose tales of race and pain were told.

Langston Hughes, a voice so loud,
He spoke for those without a crowd,
His pen a sword to break the chains,
Of prejudice and endless pains.

He sang of rivers deep and wide,
And dreams deferred, where sorrows bide,
His verses flowed like blood and tears,
Through centuries of silent fears.

So let us honor with every breath,
The poet who defied the death,
Of dreams that lay within our race,
And gave them life, and gave them grace.