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Tuesday, March 15, 2011 || 6:57 AM

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
- This is not my poem, I'm not claiming it as my own, Harper Collins has the rights


I love this poem by Ms. Giovanni. I'm really grateful that my mother exposed me to such great poetry and Nikki is a legend in her own right. If you go back and read her poems from the 60s they still can have a profound effect on on our world today. I think she's an essential part of African-American history and she really shows the power of words and ideas. I think she's amazing and she deserves a lot of praise for her works throughout the years. This is one of my favorite poems and one of my favorite poems by her.

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