Langston Hughes was the only black man in his class at Harlem. He knew it and was sure everyone else did too. He never really brought it up in conversation and it bothered him but at the same time it gave him a sense of individuality. He felt like he was supposed to be there just because he was the only one with his skin color there. He had a feeling deep down that he was starting a movement that would bring more colored people to this school. If that didn't work, he felt he had something to accomplish while at this school. Something that only he could do and that he was destined to do. Whatever it was it would have to wait....because it was lunch time and he heard they had baked potatoes in the cafeteria.
As he made his way down the steps from his classes he looked around. "Yup, I belong here" he thought to himself "I am here for a purpose and I'm not leaving until i find out what it is." He had to hurry up and eat in order to make it on time to his next class, English B.
I used these three pictures because two of them are from a actual college in Harlem. The other picture of the stairs seemed important to me because the poem seemed to imply special influence on the college being on a hill and him walking down stairs.
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