Well

 Well 

This Well 

Isn’t made for 

Wishin….this well 

Is for amnesia…

But water has memory of

Trauma that carries 

From the sips of 

Black bodies…

Slaved Black bodies…

They were forced to drink 

Have forgetfulness on their bones…

Massas said never remember…

Stay docile….

Cos this well wasn't 

Made for coins…

It was made my people 

To forget, 

It was intentional…

And you see it's all part of 

An abuse…

That water 

Does it really make you 

Not to remember 

Yourselves anyways?

With all that smackin

Slappin

Rapin…

All that pain

All that heartbreak 

Slaveowners made our

Ancestors to drink from 

That well, From that well

In Nigeria before the ship 

Dock….

I heard it's spiritual 

Yet the water remembers 

Those sad eyes of 

Long souls who were captured 

From their homes.. 

Water reminisces their blood

From the filthy hands of colonizers 

Maybe the water remembers 

Beautiful identities of 

Beautiful melaninated race… 

The wetness can give it back 

The well still holds their origin…

Who knows?

Slavemasters said good boy

Good gal

For drinkin water 

Thank you for fulfillin the thirst with 

Memory loss.. 

Now we can control y'all niggers…

😢✊🏾💯💔😔©️ Kai C. 7-18-26