MY people are gray,
pigeon gray, dawn gray, storm gray.
I call them beautiful,
and I wonder where they are going.
My People
Analysis, meaning and summary of Carl Sandburg's poem My People
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huh? I have a black friend whose favourite colour is brown, and she’s not black,and I’m south african, if you think aristotelian.Perhaps trying to prophesy rod mckuen?( however you spell it?)