I don’t wanna feel guilty about Writin my black poems….
I don’t wanna feel guilty about
Writin my black poems…
Why would I?
I don’t wanna get to the point
Where I have to stop for good…
I fear that,
Sometimes writin a black poem
Will get you in trouble…
I broke a friendship
Cos of my black poem…
I felt guilty
I felt shame
I did have thoughts that I should stop
Writin my black poems…
But then I thought about my mission
Helpin black people to wake up to the bull shit
Through poetic lines….
So I didn’t stop,
I wanna give them somethin to think about
Encouragin them to read instead of twerkin….
I write my black poems anyways….
I use my thumbs to my own melanin magic….
I really don’t mind healin black souls…
I heal myself, too
Even though I don’t have a lot of experiences
On racism….
But when I see a black person gettin hurt by
A racist,
That could be me
That could be my family member
That could be my close friend
That’s my people….
I have to learn pain study trauma
Where it came from,
It’s why history should be our top priority
So is psychology…
Cos you would wonder why
Black people are actin like slaveowners….
It’s the conditions….
As a black poet myself
I figure I should let my beautiful people know
Even if they already know….
I wanna help us by spreadin truths everywhere as much as
I can…
I know I can’t save all of us
I know nobody wants to hear
However some want to heal….
I post them online
Not into a book…
And since there was a book ban
A while ago
In educational curriculum
In libraries
Maybe not in the bookstore
I don’t mean to sound doubt
But if I publish a pro black poetry book
And everybody reads it
Breaking records like thriller
Have black people doin somethin together
I could be watched
Followed
Stalked
Hacked
By fbi or cia
All cos of a book
A book may not be on shelves
Cos I did have powerful thumbs
That carries words that black people don’t
Have…. I guess I channeled the ancestors…
I don’t wanna feel guilty about
Writin my black poems….
I don’t feel bad
I wanna tell them
Give them a voice
And I’m not the only poet
Other black poets want to do the same…
It’s nothin wrong to inspire
People who look like you….
If you say I’m wrong
Then why?
I can’t inspire my own people….
You inspire your own people
Who looks like you
And nobody says shit…
What about other races?
Other ethnicities?
It sounds weird….
And nobody says
I can’t inspire my own people
It’s just hypothetical…
A scenario….
When I write black poems
I thought i could be a miracle worker
To tell a black person
You’re human
I see you….
I’ve been sayin
Defend yourself
Be Bold
Be beautiful
Be handsome
Be aware
Make white people envy
Cos racism is jealousy…
Be happy
Be joy
Be magic
Be grown and wise…
I won’t stop my thumbs
From tappin metaphors
For the love of blackness
I will not put
My pencil down
I will not put
My pen down
Cos white folks feel intimidated
Uncomfortable
I don’t care about feelings
When it comes to racism
I’m not here to
Coddle their feelings
I’m not saying sorry…
Not sayin I forgive you…
In my black poetry
I usually give white folks
A mirror…
I give my people the 411…
✊🏿💯©️ Kai C. 5-1-26