Fry my brain
What if somebody
Fry my brain that i become a
Different person all the while
My family is being threatened
Just cos I write way too much?
Way too much blackness
Like I got my people united
Cos of my black poetry?
Whether it’s a book
Or my posts,
They might delete everythin,
Every little piece of it
For the sake of white folks…
They have to save their white folks
Then people would ask me
How come I stop writin
Black power,
Black liberation?
They’d say
Recently
I write different poems now
Like colorblind society ones
The ones that we are all humans
And we don’t see color…
My readers might say
She’s not the same poetess
I know
She usually humanizes black people
In her own metaphors…
Now she doesn’t anymore….
Askin what happened…
My audience wouldn’t know
The cia
The fbi
Have fried my brain
Cos I gave my own people
Too much voice….
Even black poets and poetesses
Can be dangerous
Words are powerful to create
A black messiah to threaten
White supremacy…it’s a risk….
It’s possible…
Honestly they may kill a human soul
Who speaks facts
But facts are still out…..
However
They will divide black race as much as
They can for the sake of their survival….
And for real, for real
Black people
Will always come together
No matter what….
It’s very possible that a division
Will not work anymore
Cos black unity is their ultimate karma
Their nightmarish consequences…
Also Mother Nature
A black woman
Ya she’s whoopin their ass too
You can’t assassinate her
You can’t even fry her brain….
If I were that famous
For writin truth to the melaninated nation
And y’all give me death threats
To get me to put my pen down
To try interrupt my black thoughts
On purpose…there are goin to be
Difficult choices…there are goin to be
Risks….if someone has a plan
For me to do like changin my own mind
Like takin away my human rights to
Express, to critical think…
I don't have to pass away
There's no need for my blood…
They might as well decide to
Fry my brain….
With a machine
A machine with hot flames…
They would believe and know
It's for the best to be a different writer
For a public eye to be comfortable with…
They might make me sold out
My own black community
I'd become a coon for the rest of my life
If white supremacy fry my brain…
I mean who knows…
I'm not a psychic
I can't see the future ahead
And you know what
I'm happy
I'm not in that situation where
Fame leads me to danger and risk….
I'm glad I'm not that famous….
I just can't stand
Being safe black is the only thing we have to do in order to make the world feel at ease..
I can't stand how it was set up this way…
Knowin we live in big ol lies…
I want nobody to fry my brain
I want nobody to threaten my family and friends cos I write about black liberation
Cos I unite my black people
Book or posts
Does a white leader or a white poet
Gets threaten to fry his or her brain by a government
For advocatin his or her people?
I heard no history of that…
💯✊🏾©️ Kai C. 6-25-26