"But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York too.) Me---who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records---Bessie, bop, or Bach. "
But later on in the poem he talks about how his instructor is white and all of the difference that are between them. But as much as they don't like each other they are part each others lives. The last few lines he talks about what they learn from each other, and even though the instructor is older and white and somewhat more free he is still learning from Hughes. Also i think he feels alone in this "I am the only colored student in my class." what do you think??