I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
The answer is: the mood of the poem