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She went to buy a brand new hat,
And she was ugly, black, and fat:"This red becomes you well," they said,
And perched it high upon her head.
And then they laughed behind her
To see it glow against the black.
She payed for it with regal mien,
And walked out proud as any queen.
Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa
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