I hope my black poems are not performative…
I hope my black poems are not performative…
They do come from my soul….
I don’t do this to get an attention…
I don’t do it cos I have heard somethin…
Cos someone told me to write…
I made that choice….
I want my people to heal
To understand the wickedness
Those tactics that buried our voices…
We can’t bleach ourselves
We can’t blackout our heartbeats….
My black poems are for black people
All over the world, across borders
I see them, I see us….we’re the parents
Every race and our children disrespects
us out of envy, out of insecurity…..
They wanted our throne so they stole it…
They sat on it and boss us around
Forcin us to believe we’re inferior…
When really, it’s them…
Cos we dominate the world…
Our mistakes were that we took their
Fork tongues too seriously…instead of
Our ancestors’ pain…we accepted colonization
As compassionate and forgiveness..
We continue to repeat mistakes..
Them, them readin my black poems
Some might think this is all victim mentality
Some might want to stop my left handed pencil
Or my thumbs…
I swear my black poems would be a banned book
So many truth bombs everywhere….
They would tell someone to tell me
Not to be bold..
Who knows the FBI or the CIA
Might be watchin me and my family
Cos I got my people thinkin….
This isn’t the pretense….
Not makin profits off of black people…
I wanna get rid of our brokenness
I wanna erase trauma from our dna…
Slavery has done a major number on us…
This is why I don’t want my black poems to be performative…
I never wanna be fake…
And if others think I am phony,
Let them be….
All I’m doin is spreadin the message
From the heart…
All I’m doin is givin the 411
Cos the world needs to know the fuckery….
Nobody said I’m performative,
I’m just sayin
People will think they wanna think…
I may be over the top
However I place a mirror in my reader’s face
I give my audience a Time Machine
No matter how uncomfortable they are
No matter how guilty they feel
I will never stop writin…
You can say my profound is make believe
You can say I’m tryin too hard
Do I give a damn?
I don’t have to…
I don’t wanna be someone I’m not…
I want my black poems to reach someone
Reach the parts of a black soul…
I have enough experience with racism
And I do have a lot of black joy and black excellence..
I’m a black poetess
Talkin to my black people..
Cos I love my people
I love my black self….
It’s not fake
Not phony
I wanna help us
Even for me,
When I write about my blackness
And racism,
It did heal
It strengthens my voice…
I’m not an activist
But I advocate
For the first humans on earth
Which is black people…
💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 5-27-26