For a black boy (for Javits Frimpong)

 For a black boy 

(Javits Frimpong)

From Ghana to the Bronx 

Bronx to another place…

He ran 

Got shot 

By a bully 

Cos he told somebody 

He was bullied….

It was another black boy 

Who killed him 

In broad daylight….

Before school….

Does black boys 

Young black boys who

Have to kill each other 

Cowardly and for what?

 

He was from Ghana 

To be with his father 

And his father is broken….

I bet those little bullies 

Doesn’t care….

Even their parents don’t 

Give a damn….

How did they get the gun?

Those little black boys 

Are raisin themselves 

Learnin to hate themselves 

Learnin to disrespect 

By listenin today’s hip hop 

And watchin their parents 

Actin like their kids 

Themselves….

Where are the real fathers 

In the home?

I also think it does have to do 

With systemic racism….

Hear me out, 

Like years back or so 

White oppression

Was breakin the black family 

The black community….

And there are later outcomes….

This is one of them….

Black people doesn’t have to listen 

To the oppressors who broke up 

Their families, they could of prevent

Their fathers stay in the house…

Yet we didn’t know it was manipulation 

I’m sorry 

For the loss 

The black boy 

His name was Javits 

From Ghana 

Came to America 

And then he went to another place 

Now his dad is grievin

He was tryin to give him a better life 

On American soil…

He has to bury his son….

My condolences to him….

No parent should have to put their baby in 

A casket…..

It’s heartbreakin…..

Why 

Black boys have to be cowards 

For shootin each other?

Why are their parents not payin their 

Attention?

They should be in prison….

For accountability 

For karma 

For consequences….

This problem 

 Came from the root 

Of white supremacy…..

From the oppressors….

Started a long time ago….

We have to fix as black people

But nobody wants to sit in the truth…

Nobody wants to stare at the mirror…

It’s uncomfortable….

Nobody mentions mental health 

At all 

So the trauma and cycle continues….

For Javits,

I’m sorry you’ve been bullied 

You were an innocent soul 

A child 

Nobody deserves this….

Your family misses you….

Your dad loves you….

R I P 

Javit Frimpong

😢🤬💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 11-1-26

A guy chooses an A I girlfriend

 

A guy chooses an A I girlfriend 

Who doesn’t say no….

He won’t tolerate the two letter word, 

NO….

he dumps his human woman 

To be with a “real” one…

That machine would not help his dick….

It would bring him orgasms but how?

He’s goin to get lonelier…..

He’s masturbatin on an object….

Since he’s doin that, 

Human woman with a beatin heart 

Will thank him later cos 

He’s so strange…..

She walks away cryin 

She didn’t do anythin…

She said no….

The guy got mad and so 

He went to got himself a robot….

A robotic dream girl with big boob

And small pussy 

How she gets wet, how she cums…

Is it safe to stick your cock in?

Real deep?

Will she moan?

Will she scream?

Remember technology 

Doesn’t feel….

Doesn’t feel human things 

So he’s fuckin a computer…

And this is why psych wards are 

Extra welcomin…

His loved ones are concerned 

About his well being….

For the women out there 

Is your man decides to have a passionate fuck 

With an A I woman who never says no?

Please run….

I beg of you 

Please run off and live your beautiful life 

It’s not good to stay and compete with a thing 

That ain’t real….

These type of men 

Want their ego boost 

And have their phalluses satisfied…

That’s all…they have no respect for you 

Nor themselves….

There are other men who doesn’t want a robot…

Go and date and marry them instead….

That mindset is chaotic…

He chose a machine over you, 

I think it’s a good idea to leave…

If he says, “a i ladies are actually better than you 

And they never say no.” 

Don’t shed a teardrop 

Just remove yourself…

You know damn well it’s not ok…

That’s on him

He’s the issue not you….

You don’t have to stay…

Let him fuck a robot 

Years later 

With the same robot 

He goes on social media 

And saw you with your now husband 

And kids livin your beautiful life…

And he’s in the basement with his robotic girlfriend 

Her battery is almost dyin…

He’s jealous 

Might be regret

Though sick in the head 

Memories came Flashin 

Now he misses his ex…

Real woman…

Oh well he shouldn’t choose a 

Machinery playboy bunny in the first place…

💯🍆🤖©️Kai C. 10-29-26

Bloodshed

 

Bloodshed 

Nobody wants to think about 

Bloodshed….especially black people….

Cos they scared….so we let things get worse….

Why? 

We got this fear and love for white folks 

It’s our psychosis….

That plantation mindset…

It never goes away….

Even after we 

Study and read slave rebellions 

We listened to Malcolm X…

We still stay nonviolent….

Do you know a white man has always been 

Like a kindergarten bully wreckin the whole planet?

Do you ever see that in your face?

Bloodshed is common sense 

But black community doesn’t think like that…

Too many are too forgivable..

Sambos usually have stopped 

Our violence against white folks…

Against their racism…sayin it’s not the 

Answer…

Well tell white people that lynchings 

Are not the answer….ok?

Tell them stopped callin the cops on us

Tell white women to stop those white tears…

They slaughtered our black bodies….

Tell them to keep that envy in their house 

Not to dim black people’s shine….

They need to learn how to appreciate our black excellence…

They need to leave our dominance alone….

They have no right to control us…

Plus they asked for this battle 

But asked us to march along and demand justice….

How about let’s treat them the way they treat us?

Most of black people say no….

Eye is for an eye is not a testimony for them….

And we have been burned 

We have been eaten 

We have been castrated 

We have been whooped 

We have been whitewashed 

We have been raped 

We have been neglected…

And you’re telling me a bloodshed is a dealbreaker….

You tellin me we need to walk away 

And we have been walkin away for more than 400 years….

We cried 

We prayed 

We waited for white zaddy to save our black asses 

From the heaven sky…

He never came….

We just sit on our asses and watch 

Turnin every cheek….

And not do anythin but be angry….

And then move on to another distraction….

Maybe I shouldn’t be talkin about 

Bloodshed….

Nobody ain’t listenin….

Nobody is takin it seriously…

I’m not doin anythin either 

But I write about it….

I write poems about 

Black people fighting back 

Self defense and not to forgive atrocities…..

Cos it’s the truth…..

Cos white people know exactly what they’re doin….

We shouldn’t be fooled….

The white man a kindergarten bully 

Keep throwin fire, punches, bullets, 

Verbal words, every single thing 

To make us weak….

Malcolm X said 

The white man is the devil….

Well look at his actions….

Look how he behaves…

Be careful his kindness may be fake…..

It’s why bloodshed 

Across the country 

And the world is the answer…

Forget the religion 

Forget the sambos 

We fight them, too….

I don’t understand 

Why can all black people wake up 

And shed all the blood from colonizers

Off with their heads….

Weaponization on their shattered bones…

I wanna see new kind of history where we drop nuclear grenades 

On sundown towns….

Tie a rope around kkk and hang them on trees…

Throw bombs at the police stations 

Neglect pregnant white women in the hospitals….

As I said before treat them the way they treat you…

They’ve been dehumanizin us why can we do the same?

In fact, why can fear syndrome goes away?

Why can we stop givin white supremacists countless hugs?

Why can we still forgivin them?

Cos that’s what they want….

They want our energy….

They want our power 

They know we’re not goin to do 

Not a damn thing…

So they keep murderin us…

We asked why 

Why do you hate us in 

Our own tears….

Our heavy sobs…

They laughed 

They mocked…

White supremacy is a major kindergarten bully 

Wreckin the world alongside with his wife Karen 

And his daughter, Becky and his son Jimmy….

And we scared to bloodshed…

We don’t wanna die..

We don’t wanna sacrifice….

I think we ever will…..

✊🏿💯©️Kai C. 10-28-26

If you erase my black poems

 If you erase my black poems 

If you erase my black poems 

I will not be happy….

If you delete them off the screen 

I will not look at you the same again…

Cos who the hell are you?

Who gives a fuck about 

Your feelings 

And everyone else’s, huh?

Truth over emotions….

Let’s learn history 

Black history 

Shall we?

Did you know 

Jackie Robinson dominated baseball 

And white folks got mad? 

Did you know George Carver invented potatoes?

And I’m sure white folks got jealous….

They thought we were supposed to be dumb…

We ain’t…

We’re wiser….

Haitians beat and slaughtered their slaveowners 

for freedom…

Oh don’t forget about Montgomery brawl

Black folks whooped that colonizers’ ass

For tryin to lynch a black man…

Oh I speak metaphors of our blackest events…

And if you erase my black poems,

You whiteout my voice…

You whitewash my ancestors….

Cos someone out there 

Will complain 

Will ban

Will cancel 

Let them…

It didn’t stop me 

From typin my thumbs away into 

My own blackness….

You don’t like my soul…

Actually you do, 

You just don’t want me to have it…

You don’t want me to have my dominance 

Over my own words…

You want my rhythm 

My black womanhood…

You think it may look good on you 

Like a trend….

Like a fashion statement….

I’m not your model 

Not your fuckin help

You ain’t plagiarizin my style….

You ain’t changin up my stanzas…

For your comfort…

FUCK YOU…

If you erase my black poems,

I will write more and more 

Til my last breath….

I hope someone who recites them

Memorizes them 

Each line 

How it touches thy heart….

How it spreads thy thinkin….

When I’m all gone,

I hope my black poems 

Never stop showin themselves off…

I hope they still heal my people 

Who needs to hear….

I have to hear it myself….

Cos 

My poetry 

Should be reflectin 

Of black joy 

Black pain…

Understandin…

My blackest poetry is supposed 

To the humanness of black people…

Givin us a voice 

Givin us a reminder 

Givin us a message 

Givin us facts….

If white people get pissed off 

Let them….

They’re always a center of attention

Whenever we talk about us….

It’s not all about them….

Not all about other races…

It’s about us…

And we as black people

Truly need to learn how to be on our own 

Without ethnicities….

How to guard our own space…..

It’s why I write for them

From the heart and soul

Even if some think I’m a racist 

I speak for them as well 

Even if some don’t care 

I trigger them…

If you erase my black poems, 

And it’s inappropriate 

I keep writin

I keep rebellin

I’m not a slave….

I’m a liberated black woman 

Who got motorized wheels 

With words that my two thumbs carry…

You can’t stop my thumbs 

Even if you snatch my devices away 

Even if you snitch 

I will forever write 

Til my final day is over…

✊🏿💯©️Kai C. 10-27-26