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
Metaphor.The narrator’s racial love is wealth. They were very rich, fortunate and pure. No love compares to black love. The main thing people would focus on is the rough times the narrator went through. 
 In many Black communities, community and unity and love are all important cultural values. In the preceding line, the narrator speaks of how “they” never understand and it seems that the “they” that he/she is referring to are Whites. She emphasizes that love does not seem to carry the same weight in the White community as it does in that of African Americans.
Nikki-Rosa