Social Commentaries
Confession
From Copper Sun (1927)
Social Commentaries
If for a day joy masters me,
Think not my wounds are healed;
Far deeper than the scars you see,
I keep the roots concealed.
They shall bear blossoms with the fall;
I have their word for this,
Who tend my roots with rains of gall,
And suns of prejudice.
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Cullen, Countee. “Confession.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/123/.
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Cullen, Countee. “Confession.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/123/.
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