By the time Langston Hughes was 20, he had lived in many places. None felt like home. The young poet always felt lonely and unwanted. He wished for a place where he belonged.
It wasn’t until he stepped off the subway in New York City in 1921 that he found it. In a neighborhood called Harlem, Black people were coming together. They were expressing themselves through music, writing, and art.
“Harlem!” Hughes later wrote. “I stood there, dropped my bags, took a deep breath, and felt happy again.”
Hughes had big dreams. And for him and other Black Americans, Harlem was special.
It was a place where dreams came true.
By age 20, Langston Hughes had lived in many places. None felt like home. He was a young poet. He always felt lonely and unwanted. He wished for a place where he belonged.
He found it in 1921. That’s when he stepped off the subway in Harlem. It’s a neighborhood in New York City. There, Black people were coming together. They were writing. They were making music and art.
“Harlem!” Hughes later wrote. “I stood there, dropped my bags, took a deep breath, and felt happy again.”
Hughes had big dreams. And for him and other Black Americans, Harlem was special.
It was a place where dreams came true.
By the time Langston Hughes was 20, he had lived in many places, but none felt like home. The young poet always felt lonely and unwanted, and he wished for a place where he belonged.
It wasn’t until he stepped off the subway in New York City in 1921 that he found it. In a neighborhood called Harlem, Black people were coming together and expressing themselves through music, writing, and art.
“Harlem!” Hughes later wrote. “I stood there, dropped my bags, took a deep breath, and felt happy again.”
Hughes had big dreams. And for him and other Black Americans, Harlem was special.
It was a place where dreams came true.