7/06/2026

Image




Image


Three black kids 

Bowin down to a cross

Closed hands 

A prayer…


A white Jesus 

On a small letter t 

And I can say 


This is beginnin 

Where the lack of self of 

Knowledge comes through 

Melanated households 

Where the condition continues….


You 

Taught 

Your kids how to worship 

A white man….

Cos your parents passed down the 

Idea and their parents did the same thing….

Not knowin 


This is so anti black….


You created white supremacy 

Of your own in your home….

Don’t say it’s not about color…

It does….


You show and tell 

Your babies 

That Europeans are the bosses 

Of the world…

And they have to be twice as good as 

Them…..


You placed that 

Image into their small intelligent brains

And they learned backwardness real quick…

They will always think white folks are 

Superiority cos it’s all you know….


You fed them lies 

You filled their hearts with self hate 

They go out there in the world kissin 

Every white man’s ass….


Yet three black babies 

On their knees 

Prayin to the devil….

On a cross….

They know all about Jesus 

But not Malcolm X….


Think 

And sit with it for a 

While….

Black children chose a white god 

Over Patrice Lumumba….

They chose a blue eyed demon 

Over a black man who fought for freedom….


Do you know 

White Jesus is make believe?

You can’t tell me 

He’s real 

Can’t tell me 

Skin color isn’t that serious 

When you realize the observation 

Of ignorance you’ve been stayin 

The whole time….


You don’t read books 

About how colonizers use religion 

To conquer….

To brainwash people to hate melanin 

So deeply to the core…..

You tell others 

I’m not tryin to hear that 

You learned to ignore the facts 

And sink into good feelings….

You’re teachin your babies 

As that….

White people see color…

While black people teaches their kids 

A colorblind society 

Even though 

The world sees black…..

The world wants black 

The world envies black…


You don’t know that 

White people are jealous of our blackness…

It turns to obsession and hate…..


And the image 

You see 

A white Jesus 

In your mind 

Livin rent free 

Not see that at all….

You don’t believe that,

You’re not woke….


You still sink 

Whiteness into 

Your babies 

And what if one of them 

Has a question about 

Why is Jesus white?

Would you be upset?

Would you be uncomfortable?

What would you say?


✊πŸΏπŸ’―©️ Kai C. 7-6-26


7/05/2026

Wet nurse


 



Wet nurse 


I’m a wet nurse 

I was forced to feed a white baby 

While my chile was abducted 

My massa fed it to that gators 

He made me watch 

How this ugly creature crushed those 

Little bones 

Cos I refused to feed his chile…

I cried 

I quivered in fear…


His wife watched me 

Like a hawk…

Tears streamin down my cheeks 

They dehumanize me 

So I raised their white chile…

I don’t know what motherhood looks like 

My massa took that away….


Now their baby bonded with me 

and the mistress got mad at me 

Cos her chile chose me instead..

She grabbed a whip, 

and tore my brown skin up…

I took care of her kid properly 

And she got angry….


I was exploited 

Not only that 

Her husband raped me…,

Just to keep the labor goin in the 

South….


I miss my own baby

I can’t get this gator out of my head 

How its consumed my little one…

I saw drips of blood roamin among 

The water….


I can’t say no

To wet nursin…

Or I will die….

I stayed in the house 

Or a cabin….

I was called mammy….

I breastfed many white babies

Across the plantation….


I was too scared 

To run away,

I gave a long hesitation 

To go inside that baby room

Sometimes 

A mistress brought her chile 

To me….


My nipples hurt,

They won’t rest 

Even massa forced me 

To give him some milk….


I was too sad 

I sobbed til I ran out of noise…

My madness grew wrinkles 

On my face…

I have believed 

I’m not a human….

Not a woman

Just breastfeedin machine….


I’m a wet nurse 

I feed my massa’s babies 

Not my own 

They went to the gators….


My mama instincts had been damaged 

For so long I don’t know how to 

Be in a protective mode….

Again 

My massa took all of that away…


Am I supposed to love 

A white chile?

Am I supposed to be like 

His mama?

Though I’m not…..

Mistress doesn’t care 

About her baby….

She worried about 

Her husband runnin 

Around with other enslaved women…

Tryin to keep her figure 

However 


She’s got pissed 

Off cos I stole her chile 

Yet she forced me to 

Breastfeed her baby….

She slapped me 

Cos i said no….


It was her idea 

To snatch my baby 

Away to the gators 

That swam in the swamps…


She didn’t apologize…..


A wet nurse 

Has no say 

No peace

No justice 

Just trauma 


I was forced 

To watch my chile 

Get eaten by gators 

Get chewed….

The last cry I heard 

From my sweet chile 

Killed my soul….

I had no smile 

No light 


Cos 

I refuse to be a 

Wet nurse….

This mistress told me 

To get over it 

To smile 

To laugh 

I never did

I was forced to fake 

And act like nothing happened 


She says,

“Good girl, 

Now feed my child.

I have to watch my body.

and don’t say no anymore 

Or you will be a next meal to the 

Gators!



πŸ˜’πŸ’”✊πŸΏπŸ’―©️ Kai C. 7-5-26