Hughes Blues Part Two

Weird day. But, ya know, Langston Hughes always makes me feel good. Or better at least.

Too Blue

I got those sad old weary blues.
I don’t know where to turn.
I don’t know where to go.
Nobody cares about you
When you sink so low.

What shall I do?
What shall I say?
Shall I take a gun
And put myself away?

I wonder if
One bullet would do?
As hard as my head is,
It would probably take two.

But I ain’t got
Neither a bullet nor a gun—
And I’m too blue
To look for one.

Color

Wear it
Like a banner
For the proud—
Not like a shroud
Wear it
Like a song
Soaring high—
Not moan or cry.

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