5/28/2026

Buckra

 Buckra 


Buckra 

Means 

White people 

In Jamaica…


You learn 

Something 

Everyday…


Buckra took over 

The world…buckra 

Snatched lands…

Buckra invented 

A system where 


They brainwashed melanated 

Nations to bow down and 

Kiss their dirty feet…


Now am I lyin?

I hope beautiful people 

In Jamaica and other Caribbean islands 

Don’t mind me usin Buckra…


At this second 

I’m seein a colonizer 

A slaveowner

In my head…

Buckra 

White folks

White people

Don’t call me racist 


All I said 

Buckra 

I learned that day….

πŸ’―✊🏿©️ Kai C. 5-28-26


In fear

 In fear 


In fear 

In cowardness 

What if I stop writin 

My black poems altogether?

What if someone tells me to drop 

My pen?

What will happen?

I might not write for black people 

Anymore…

Might be the one who strongly encourages 

Me to write we’re one human race 

Kind of poems…

I won’t be allowed to be pro black 

Cos possibly 

My books will get banned…

I’m not a famous author…

I’m just a poetess 

Who writes things….

Things that matter 

People matter 

Oh black people matter, too 

Don’t forget that….

I’m not tryin to be hard 

I’m honest….

I have scenarios 

I have inspirations

I have gone too far with 

My black poems….

And I got a few readers who enjoy 

Them…. I love givin facts in 

Metaphors, and I won’t be too tired…..

Yet if I were a famous writer 

All over the world 

With these black poems 

It’s possible that I get banned 

At a school library 

Or a bookstore refuse to sell

Possibility that my website might be 

Taken down 

Cos all this black power 

All this truth….

Who knows….

There are some black people 

who snitch out of fear 

They would be too quiet 

Thinkin I said enough 

Maybe i shouldn’t be too dangerous 

I got death threats…..

They would speak their apologies 

To white supremacy….

In fear

It’s a syndrome 

A trauma response….

I can say 

We shouldn’t be afraid of

 White folks

We should defend ourselves 

And not feel ashamed about it…

That’s how we break a cycle

I think 

Being scared of white people 

And their system is a generational curse….

I think we have this habit of 

Tellin our people not to get so bold 

Towards them….

I have talked about fear in my other 

Pieces…it could be a scar to our brains 

And our hearts…it weakens our strength 

Our unity…black peoples let all the energy into 

A white man so much…it’s the truth….

I don’t like to admit it..some still believe in their 

Hearts that a white man is still superior….

What makes it more scarier, 

There are other black people who are actin like 

A white man who treats their race like garbage….

And in fear, 

We never know they might act like 

KKK runnin in the streets….

And I’m just writin what I called it….

✊πŸΏπŸ’―©️Kai C. 5-28-26



Lovelorn

 Lovelorn 


Lovelorn

Is the unreturned butterflies 

Is the ache I sat with 

Tears I spilled 

I know 

I’ve been there 

I shouldn’t have a crush in the first place…

Stick to the friend…

Even though I don’t like it….


You can’t change someone’s mind 

To like you 

To love you…

It’s too strong…

Only go too far 

Cos you won’t accept the fact 


This person doesn’t feel the same way…

I know that hope in your eyes 

One day the same person will come around 

Soon….

Seems desperate…seems good to be true 


Though 

There’s someone 

Who doesn’t give you this lovelorn 

Instead someone wants to see you smile 

Genuinely….

Not pain, not sobs upon your pillow 

But this type of love gives your heart 

Peace…


Go where someone who loves you, too

And stay there…

You never have to be in lovelorn 

If you have to, you miss out on 

Lovin the right person….

Missin out on your soulmate…


You don’t wanna be lonely,

Miserable….

There’s someone who wants to be 

Next to your heartbeat….


Please don’t give up 

I never gave up hope

Yes doubts visit sometimes 

But possibilities are unknown 

And endless….


Somebody’s comin

Somebody who has hopes for you, too…

❣️©️Kai C. 5-28-26