I opened a book today, because I am a bit . . . sad and frustrated and tired. And there it was, a poem not for me. Very much not for me. But perhaps it is for you. And it definitely taught me something.
Lunch in a Jim Crow Car
Get out the lunch-box of your dreams.
Bite into the sandwich of your heart,
And ride the Jim Crow car until it screams
Then - like an atom bomb - it bursts apart.
Langston Hughes, Selected Poems (Vintage Books, Random House, 1974, 1959), p. 280.