When You Thought Me Poor Poem by Alice Walker
When You Thought Me Poor
When you thought me poor,
my poverty was shaming.
When blackness was unwelcome
we found it best
that I stay home.
When by the miracle
of fierce dreaming and hard work
Life fulfilled our every want
you found me crassly
well off;
not trimly,
inconspicuously wealthy
like your rich friends.
Still black too,
now
I owned too much and too many
of everything.
Woe is me: I became a
success! Blackness, who
knows how?
Became suddenly
in!
What to do?
Now that Fate appears
(for the moment anyhow)
to have dismissed
abject failure
in any case?
Now that moonlight and night
have blessed me.
Now that the sun
unaffected by criticism
of any sort,
implacably beams
the kiss filled magic that creates
the dark and radiant wonder
of my face.
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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. 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.
Woe is me: I became a success! Blackness, who knows how? Became suddenly in! .. a very good poem. tony
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12/4/2025 11:17:43 AM # 1.0.0
I am always poor so I don't know the other side.