Disillusion

I would be simple again,
Simple and clean
Like the earth,
Like the rain,
Nor ever know,
Dark Harlem,
The wild laughter
Of your mirth
Nor the salt tears
Of your pain.
Be kind to me,
Oh, great dark city.
Let me forget.
I will not come
To you again.

The poem was written during the mid 1920s. When Langston Hughes wrote the poem, he was upset over what Harlem had become. Ofays, white folk, had turned the Negro Mecca into an amusement park for their adventures and pleasures in the dark jungle. Instead of standing up and challenging these slummers, many an Afro American had began to cater to their prejudices. Substitute Harlem for.....and you get my mood right now.