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

We need to stop cryin

 

We need to stop cryin 

About racism….

We need to stop….

Cos it’s exhaustin….

We can cry over our loved ones 

Who passed away but 

We don’t need to shed tears n tv….

For real, for real 

Nobody cares about black people’s sufferin….

Not even our own….

Still to the society’s eyes 

We ain’t human….

Every time a racist does somethin harmful, 

Especially the white supremacist,

We get too upset….

We cry, and cry askin what did we do?

We all bleed red….

They don’t see it that way….

Racism is a generational curse…

It’s teachable….teachin their babies how to hate 

How to grow their insecurities in the households 

Meanwhile black parents taught theirs 

A colorblind world….sayin we don’t see color 

Everybody is your friend…

When nobody ain’t…..

If black people cry over 

Racism, they’re givin too much energy 

To the system….that’s what oppressors want….

They want them a weaklin….

It makes them smile…

Superior 

Controllin….

They don’t give a fuck 

About melaninated feelings….

So 

We as black people 

Need to stop cryin 

We can cry in our private spaces 

But we don’t show them….

We show them boldness 

We show them violence 

Cos that’s what they actually want….

Not softness, not a prayer…

Don’t think about forgiveness either….

We need to show who’s boss 

On the chessboard…since 

They cheated….

Why do we have to cry 

Over some white boy?

Don’t let him push our buttons…

How about let our anger into 

Knucklesandwiches….let our ancestors 

Flow through our punches and let him fall 

Onto the ground..

Cos who told him to disrespect us in the first place?

Stop all that cryin 

All that sobbin

When white folks don’t give a damn 

About you….

Ok?

We need to have a spine 

To give them the business….

The unapologetic kind 

The one they scared of 

And back away…. They know 

They ain’t shit….

When we give bravery, 

They’ll be sorry….

They’ll shake up 

They’ll drop the phone

 And leave us the fuck alone….

We have to fight back 

Defend ourselves 

We don’t need to cry….

We need to slap the shit out of white supremacy…

Violently physically mentally 

But we don’t do it 

Many are in the syndrome of terrified….

Fear….

I wish we could all break the cycle and whoop that ass….

I don’t wanna cry 

Cos of racism….

I don’t give them 

My pain 

Knowin a white man doesn’t see 

Me as a human…..

It’s why racism must stopped 

It’s why we should be left by ourselves 

Without colonialism….

We need to stop 

Cryin…

Cry in our pillows 

Never let them see

Us ache….

They don’t care….

White supremacy doesn’t care 

About a black heartache….

Please remember that?

They laugh at our long faces

Our frowns

Don’t give them the satisfaction 

The attention…

Give them violence…

Make them lose their wealth….

Better yet 

Let’s take these assholes back to their caves….

Back to Europe where it’s burnin now….

If we can do that,

I bet they apologize, 

They get down on their knees 

Beggin…

Now they’ll be cryin….

Havin a meltdown…

You know when a 

Bully gets his or her ass kicked,

He or she would be scared in tears

Quiverin 

Knowin damn this ain’t how you treat people….

Treat racists how they treated you….

They learn difficult ways…

They get uncomfortable 

Karma will smack their faces left and right 

That’s why 

We as black people

Shouldn’t be cryin in front of them

In the cameras 

In court 

In hospitals 

In your neighborhood 

In schools 

Don’t do it…

Take your anger and do somethin

Quietly….

Fight back….

They think it’s funny….✊🏿💯©️Kai C. 10-27-26

Someone called a fuckin cop on 3 year old

 Someone called a fuckin cop 

On a 3 year old….

A little black boy

What the fuck is wrong with white folks?

This is the type of shit 

I’ve been writin about 

Over and over…..

You got the nerve to 

Tell me hush my pen…

Really?

You want me to shut 

The hell up 

About racism?

Look at that 

Boy’s face…

Beautiful black boy’s 

Face…..

Do you see fear?

Do you see white fragility across the field?

He was playin soccer 

He was good….

And these woodpeckers 

Called the cops on a baby 

Cos he was dominatin….

They had to bring the authorities 

To the game so they could control the 

Situation….so they could act superior 

But I can smell the insecurities from afar….

They called a fuckin cop 

On someone’s son…

Not only that 

These bitch ass cavebeasts

Got mad when his dad is there 

Cheerin him on…

I hope they’re 

Satisfied….

You better look at that 

Black boy!

Is he a human?

Is he a child?

Was he good at soccer?

This is why 

We need to stand on business 

When white folks became envious….

Don’t worry 

Let their little white privilege wins

Karma is right behind them…

Next thing, whiteness will not save them 

At all….

And you 

You don’t need to come over 

Here to start the bull shit….

Go look up 

3 year old boy 

Who dominates soccer 

And these white people 

Called the police on him

Cos he was talented….

I wonder how many incidents 

Happened when a black person dominated…

How many threats….

White folks are weak, insecure and pissed off 

When we do great things….

Our greatness makes their bones intimidatin….

Our black excellence brings out their whitest fragility….

This smallest population has always been jealous…

If they make a law that you can’t be better than 

White people, 

You need to break them on purpose…

You need to treat them the way they treat you….

I want black people to call an officer on a 

Little white boy who is blowin bubbles….

Don’t let them know who y’all are….

Since they wanna play funny games 

We can play, too…

After all, we’re at war…..

I feel bad for the baby 

He was scared 

He was traumatized…

 these white folks in the field 

Are happy that they got their way….

I hope their way can lead into the consequences of 

Their so called superior complex….

Meanin ass whoopin

A smack down 

What goes around 

Comes back around 

💯✊🏿©️Kai C. 10-26-26