Love poems to a white boy from a black girl
Imagine durin Jim Crow
You wrote a book full of love poems
Handwritten neatly….
you wrote them to a white boy
You fell in love with…
Somehow you left them at his doorstep
He got them, told his mom
And his mom told his dad
His dad got pissed
He called his boys to get their rifles
and a rope…
He said, “find that nigger, and a tree.”
They found your address
Snatch you up
Go into the woods
At a dark alley…
You saw the boy
That white boy with a smirk
He laughed
He laughed at your poems
Mockin at your romantic soul….
Like your feelings are nothin but
A standup comedy….
He volunteered to tie a rope
Around your neck
And choke you
His dad encouraged him to
Give you bloody eyes
Slice your bodies into souvenirs
Photographs your heartbreak into
Passin along postcards….
They ate your right fingers
Gnaw down your toes
Then they burned all your passionate
Poetry into ashes…
Cos you have a big crush on a white boy
Who is a piece of shit….
Who is actually jealous of black people….
Who was taught bigotry and racism at home
Sayin black people ain’t humans….
Now do you remember
Or know the story of a black boy
Wrote a love letter to a white girl?
And she told her father
And her father and his buddies
Grabbed that black boy
And his dad
Went to the woods
By a tree
I think…
They beat him in front of his dad
They might have shot him…
Cos he was in love with a white girl….
I wondered about this story
This mornin while eatin breakfast….
I also wondered how many black writers
Who fell in love with white folks
Who wrote them romantic notes on the side
And left them at their mailbox as secret admirers
And figured out who they came from…
At the time it was segregated….
We don’t know these types
Of stories about black people
Writin love letters to white folks
And got slaughtered….
Possibly it does exist, just like that
Black boy…
A black girl with love poems to a
White boy is a make believe scenario
Cos these tragedies happened
In real life….
We don’t learn about them….
I’m sure
These sad tales happened
In Jim Crow
In segregation
In after slavery
If a white girl wrote love notes
To a black boy she loves
She never passed away
Her parents would be upset
However
Her father and his buddies
Went to his house
And shot him in front of his parents…
He didn’t do anythin…
He didn’t make her write love notes…
Was it intentional?
Could be?
She might use her famous white tears
Somehow
They can get away with it
Like that white boy
He can get away with it…
But life has its own consequences
That follow their footsteps….
They will never see
They will never expect
There were no laws in place
Where black people can’t write poems
Or letters to white folks durin Jim Crow…
If there were, I wouldn’t be surprised….
After all,
It wasn’t that long ago,
That slaves were not allowed to read a
Book…
✊🏿💯©️Kai C. 7-3-26