7/31/2026

Sambo was like

 Sambo was like 


Sambo was like,

Don’t talk back to your master 

Be nice 

Be kind 

You don’t wanna get hurt 

Ok leave him alone…


Sambo is pleasin the white man 

All the goddamn time….


He raises his finger 

To quiet his own people to shush 

Cos they can’t talk shit about him…


He’s the one who snitched on runaway 

Slaves…yes he’s a house Negro…..


He always stays in the attic 

Or the basement….

He’s okay with that uncomfortability….

As long as his massa is ok…


That’s how sick it is….


Sambo taught his babies 

That white folks are gods and 

We have to bow down to them…

He taught them skin color 

Is unnecessary and we all live in 

One human race…


Yet those consequences are 

The kids ain’t buyin that colorblind society….

But samba, so deep, lost in whiteness 

Was like 


No, no

What do you mean 

White folks hung another black body

What did he or she do to them? 

I told y’all stop talkin back to 

White folks…stop talkin black power

Stop talkin black history 

Black people didn’t build anythin…


His babies was like 

Whatever pops

Respectfully 

I love you 

But keep askin for white validation 

Keep askin for a seat at their table…


With red maga hat on

And American flag t shirt 

He be lovin trump

But trump doesn’t give a fuck about 

Black people…he used them as pawns….


Cos 


Sambo was like 

I’m going to whitenin my bloodline 

Just like the way Argentina did….

He’s goin to bleach his way out of 

His blackness 

To demand their acceptance 

To demand them to look at his humanity 


And his so called white friends 

Will shut the door on his face…

He was the only black friend 

Token one

They treated him like an animal 

Got him doin dangerous things 

But he stays….


This sambo 

 never wants a negro wake up call….

Not really….

Sometimes we call him uncle ruckus 

From the boondocks 

Always defendin white people….


We still have those individuals 

In our community who will always chasin 

White folks down…Not seein racism itself 

Is there…or pretend not to see it at all….


Sambo was like 

I’m goin to keep my own race 

Just to make the white man proud 

With a smile….

I buck and dancin for a biscuit 

Or a cookie…I got to impress him 

I still teach him we’re human 

When he calls me the n slur…


You can tell Stockholm Syndrome 

Is too deep….in depth…

It’s no way to bring sambo back 

To the real world…

He loves the white man 

But the white man doesn’t give a shit….

💯✊🏿©️Kai C. 7-31-27


7/30/2026

Amnesia

 Amnesia


White folks 

Don’t want us 

Remember 

Their terror…

Those horrors 

From the past…

White folks 

Beg us to 

Forget the abuse 

Those bloodstained hands 

They killed…

Sayin 

It was a long time ago…

Stop talkin about slavery…

Our traumas 

Our Stockholm syndromes 

Our own kind of mental illnesses 

That they gave us 

They planted seeds 

Of a white man 

Who crossed the ocean 

And spread his fake superiority 

Yet there are pilin up lies

On top of lies….

To make us not to remember 

That he ate us 

That he raped us 

He made us like livestocks 

We’re not humans to his eyes…

He brainwashed Us To 

Dehumanize  ourselves 

And each other…

That’s why they wanna keep 

Goin with textbooks of 

False history…

But, we remember 

We talked to our elders 

We read real history books 

We do our own research….

White folks 

Are tryin to place 

Amnesia onto our skulls 

For their comfort 

Yet we refused 

We remember 

We remember their fingerprints

Of their destruction…

They tried 

And tried 

Though pasts are comin up 

Today’s world 

And they white folks got 

The nerve to us 

To get over it….

They be tellin 

Melaninated souls 

To stop rememberin

Well they need to stop 

Actin like slaveowners 

Themselves…

💯✊🏿©️Kai C. 7-30-26