When You Thought Me Poor Comments

When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home. poverty, shame, sufferings the feeling of rejection. very fine poem. tony

Now that moonlight and night have blessed me.......Outstanding conceptualization. Fine Poem. Thanks and congratualitions for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.

Powerful poem about the racism inherent in American society.

Woe is me: I became a success! Blackness, who knows how? Became suddenly in! .. a very good poem. tony

Thank You for sharing your wise and wisdom words.

" When blackness was unwelcome" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Dear Alice. I hope with all of your hard work you now feel enriched. We know that money is not happiness. We are given life lessons every day. Though many never learn. Beautifully words expressed.

What beautiful poem raising a query or two poverty is to people but not to heart. Blackness is not bleakness, a black Star is one whose gases runout But black soul is one who fills light to others! Night is black but what's life Without night? Hence blackness is welcome 🌹🌹 everywhere!

poverty is not shame poverty is not curse poverty is not mercy of any kind of religious God poverty is poverty racism is racism the well planned recycle bin by the capitalist the well schemed bookish rules by literate flatterer since no time perhaps this world divided into two....king and slave.....without ending the system won't get free.....

When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home. realities of life. Tony

implacably beams the kiss filled magic that creates the dark and radiant wonder of my face. a very good poem. tony

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I am always poor so I don't know the other side.