If I ever feel bad
If I ever feel bad
About writin the truth on paper…
If I ever cry over and change my mind
Cos of death threats
Hypothetically,
Like convincin me to stop writin
My blackness into metaphors…
Like somebody force me to give up my pen
I’d end up listenin cos of fear
Cos of real life circumstances
That haunts….
I’d exchange my boldness for somethin
Else…
I’d give away my voice to someone else….
I’d sob heavily…
If this situation happened,
I might lose my audience who is all about
Black power….
I don’t wanna go back to sambos
And coons….
Do I really have to say I can’t write
Black poems anymore?
A certain white power structure could
Persuade me to keep my words of melanin
To myself?
I mean I don’t wanna be told not to
Express myself…
I never wanna be told not to explain
What racism really is….
Why would you tell somebody what to do
Write especially in the comfort of
White folks?
Who created this setup anyway?
I write about slavery
I write Jim Crow
I write our conditions
And trauma responses…
I have expand my horizons a lot…
Don’t you know that
Racism needs to be discussed seriously
In the black community
So I write it for black people
Cos it still is in our faces….
I don’t wanna feel bad
I don’t wanna change my mind
I don’t wanna apologize
I don’t wanna stop writin the truth….
I don’t care about white feelings…..
Nor other races’ feelings….
I wanna educate people
I wanna bring facts…
If I lose friends
I’ll lose them….
Some people respect me
For speakin up
For advocatin black people….
Yes people will say
Somethin
People will get offended
Cos black people
Are standin up for black people….
And to white supremacy
They don’t like that very much…
A few racists did say somethin
and they feel uncomfortable
Black poets shouldn’t care
What they say, what they think
What they do…
What I’m sayin is that I don’t wanna be
A safe negro…..
I do have the right to be a dangerous black poetess
Sharp as a knife….
And a dangerous black poetess do get banned
I don’t know about being assassinated
I just know
When readers enjoy black poetry
They feel empowered
They do have the power to do somethin…
I’m aware that
Not everyone reads poetry…
But the world loves spoken word
It goes viral….
Yet still unknown….
However if a black poem goes around
and create spaces of discomfort zone
For white people,
They do everything to have an algorithm
To erase it….
Not even put in school or stores….
They might send emails to a black poet
To complain
To threaten to hush that voice…
But I want a black poet to hold its bravery tightly
It’s a risk….
I don’t wanna be in a position
Where the government follows me around
Cos of my black poem….
My loved ones don’t need to be
In a dangerous situation
Cos of my voice…..
If I ever feel bad,
I could be force to go back to be a
Safe black person…
To be cautious black poetess….
That’s what I’m afraid of…..
I’m glad i ain’t famous….
I don’t have a book of
Black power
That might shake the white society….
I write too much
I post them online
And some people read them
And love it…
Others might have backed away
Cos of the truth speaks
It gives tremors…
However
If I ever feel bad
If people get into my head
Constantly,
I might stop
Honestly
I might stop completely
and there will be no more black poems….
It would be ashamed
And I’m sorry that I have to say this
I will never know
If it comes to the point…
I wanna know
How many black poets have stopped
Writin black poetry for the sake of
White people and other races?
Do they feel bad?
✊🏿💯©️Kai C. 6-29-26