Langston Hughes — Mulatto poem by Langston Hughes

I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple fell. You are my son! Like Hell! The moon over the turpentine woods. The Southern night Full of stars, Great big yellow stars. What's a body but a toy? Juicy bodies Of nigger wenches Blue black Against black fences. O, you little bastard boy, What's a body but a toy? The scent of pine wood stings the soft night air. What's the body of your mother? Silver moonlight everywhere. Sharp pine scent in the evening air. A nigger night, A nigger joy, A little yellow Bastard boy. Naw, you ain't my brother. Niggers ain't my brother. Not ever. Niggers ain't my brother. The Southern night is full of stars, Great big yellow stars. O, sweet as earth, Dusk dark bodies Give sweet birth To little yellow bastard boys. Git on back there in the night, You ain't white The bright stars scatter everywhere. Pine wood scent in the evening air. A nigger night, A nigger joy. I am your son, white man! A little yellow Bastard boy.