Nikki Giovanni Poem

This poem was posted by PBS, and it has given me a lot to think about today. Would she remember her childhood with such fondness if she had never become famous and successful? Do the children I see every day have this kind of peace and joy in their lives? Should I respect that culture and no longer fight against the poverty that is pervading our society? I think it feels more like a challenge because she's made it more of a racial issue than a class issue. What do you all think?

Nikki-Rosa
by Nikki Giovanni

childhood remembrances are always a drag
if you're Black
you always remember things like living in Woodlawn
with no inside toilet
and if you become famous or something
they never talk about how happy you were to have
your mother
all to yourself and
how good the water felt when you got your bath
from one of those
big tubs that folk in chicago barbecue in
and somehow when you talk about home
it never gets across how much you
understood their feelings
as the whole family attended meetings about Hollydale
and even though you remember
your biographers never understand
your father's pain as he sells his stock
and another dream goes
And though you're poor it isn't poverty that
concerns you
and though they fought a lot
it isn't your father's drinking that makes any difference
but only that everybody is together and you
and your sister have happy birthdays and very good
Christmases
and I really hope no white person ever has cause
to write about me
because they never understand
Black love is Black wealth and they'll
probably talk about my hard childhood
and never understand that
all the while I was quite happy