They, too, sing America.
Our brothers with slightly darker skin,
who built the table, and all our sisters,
who cook our suppers, they deserve their place
beside us and not to be confined to the kitchen
or the bedroom.
Despite what we see on television
or the rabid internet, there are plenty
of seats and they’ve earned their spot
with sweat and blood. They are so beautiful
and I am so ashamed—
They, too, are America.