Born of the sorrowful of
Mirth was a crown upon his head;
Pride kept his twisted lips
In jest, to hide a heart that bled.
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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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