My soul in my chest Has a question,

 My soul in my chest 

Has a question, 

“What if someone erased my voice 

Completely? The fact i can't speak up

Anymore? Just cos i might lose friends..

I have always ask this question repeatedly cos it might happen. I don't manifest it…

I want to help, I want to inform, even if it's controversial…I don't wanna feel like i have to say I'm sorry cos I write the truth. 

Cos I post it online.” 

I don't want my voice to get snatch 

Cos people are uncomfortable. The way i write, how I say, whether I'm listenin to others or not, the truth will always become the wall that nobody can knock it down…it's just that the enemies will kill you for puttin up a wall in everybody's faces… people usually ignore the walls…

I get ignored cos nobody wants to hear it….

People back away, people think this isn't me writin about heavy topics… 

Yet I learned I expand my voice..

I have my pen turned into a powerful one….

My soul beats Rhythmically whenever the

Subject comes up, cos I didn't say a word 

About postin my critical thoughts on what's goin on in the world…

I speak on racism and black people…

Yes I don't understand why the discussion 

Has to be discomfort knowin that harmin black people is an issue…racism is a big time problem all over the world…

Can white people and other races can just listen and look deep into their own mirrors? Sit with flashbacks of their wrongdoings?

Cos black people have never judged about skin color, we only judged characters on any race…we were fooled 

To live in a colorblind society thinkin, believin we're all humans…unfortunately 

We don't…this is why my soul writes, why I post only help one person out who needs to hear this…even when I ain't that famous…even when I don't have the best sellin books….

I'm just a poetess whose voice reaches out to someone from afar….

💯✊🏾©️ Kai C. 7-6-26 

Ode to young writers

Ode to young writers 

Ode to young writers

Out there in the world 

Please keep writin…

Please keep readin…

It will help y'all strengthen 

Your expression…

It will help y'all pour out 

Your soul on paper…

I promise…

I have watched a video about 

Students who become writers 

Without readin, there is

 also an article about it, too…

Well I feel like this isn't a good 

Thing, cos how can y'all gain 

Readers? How can y'all go

On a structure of words to inspire the 

World? How can you make people feel?

I'm disappointed in hearin that…

In fact, you can't have an understandin

Nor conclusion…

If y'all want to be a better writer  

You must read

And read and read 

A book, poem, a letter, an article 

Y'all must read somethin

To enhance your brain…

If you don't write, 

Still read…

Read a word..your favorite authors 

Read a lot…

Good or bad,

Young writers 

If pen and paper 

Typewriter 

Notebooks anythin dear to your heart

And your creativity is your passion 

Y'all must read…

It will expand your inspiration…

It will touch your bones to gain knowledge….

I read, I read a lot as 

A hobby, as a good poetess I am.. 

I do my research on anythin and notes

Turn to poetry…

 Young writers 

If y'all choose not to read

And write your books

Go ahead and learn the hard way…

Y'all might not have enough readers

Not enough audience 

It might develop toxicity in your voice 

To influence the sensitive minds…

Not knowin what y'all talkin about…

People will criticize your miseducation…

People can tell that y'all don't read..

However 

I'm giving y'all advice 

Please read 

Young writers 

Y'all still write

But never forget to read…

Y'all will thank me later 

I'm not the only one who 

Advice y'all to read…

Other famous writers who told the

Youth to read like 

Maya Angelou 

Stephen King 

Writers read…

Y'all should read your own 

Stuff, too…

♥️✍️🏾💯©️ Kai C. 7-6-26

Justice in our own hands

 Justice in their own hands 

Do you know 

What I think?

Black people should 

Put justice in their own hands…

Instead of the system 

That never helps at all…

I think black people 

Should go to their enemies’ house 

And beat the breaks off of them….

After all, 

White folks are askin for a beatdown…

An ass whoopin…

They get away with murderin black people

So much to the point 

They will always continue….

If you want them to stop 

Killin our loved ones, 

We should think vengeance 

We think eye for an eye 

Only to protect our black family 

Our black community 

But, 

Not all of us are on the same page….

Majority of us still think we’re all bleed red…

And skin color doesn’t matter…

This is how those ideas of integration 

Get us into those dangerous situations….

Everybody’s not our friend….

Somebody nonblack wants to lynch 

Or gun you down out of that strange obsession….

Obsession turns to hate….

And when a white person slaughtered 

A black body, 

The system coddles him or her 

Sayin it’s ok with a slap on the wrist….

Feelin sympathy and freedom 

While black loved ones grievin…

Your enemies are never sorry….

Even if black people forgive them 

They will never be apologetic….

Their feelin bad is all fake…

Remember that?

It’s why the black race should never 

Say I forgive you 

They never apologized for slavery….

And this is why I say 

Justice in their own hands 

In black people’s hands…

Meanin you don’t demand justice 

You don’t ask for it…

You do what you wanna do…

No marchin

No protestin 

You put all the anger to the 

Racists who killed 

Your loved ones….

Ya y’all might go to jail 

Forever…I know it’s not goin to bring

Them back…however it must need 

To be done….might feel guilty or not 

I just hope my people won’t turn into 

Serial killers…. 

I know we’re exhausted 

From all the bull shit we have to deal

With….

We wanna be left alone 

We must think justice in our own hands….

Actually to be real with you 

We should shut white supremacy down 

For good…

And it must never build ever again….

We should do that…

💯✊🏿©️Kai C. 8-5-26

That’s my wife

 He whispers, 

“That’s my wife.”

How does he know?

He saw her from afar…

It was the first time…

He said that to his friend 

And his friend looks at him 

Like umm sir, you don’t even know 

Her name…

His eyes keep gazin at her 

Like she’s his soulmate…

The universe place her in his face 

For a reason….

Days later 

He got her number 

Few months after 

He asked her to dinner 

More than a year 

He gave her a diamond ring 

Decades later 

With kids and grandkids 

Also Great great grandkids 

She’s his wife….

He knew all along 

With all his soul 

With his full chest 

and the question still lingers 

Still remains unknown 

How do you know?

Your heart can’t be a psychic….

Is it possible to know when you know?

People see people 

From afar….

The first glance….

And nobody can predict marriage…

It just happens in romance novels….

Honestly 

I thought it was romantic 

I mean the guy didn’t point 

It’s just that maybe he has faith

He puts faith in his own unknowin 

Manifestation…

He said that’s his dream girl

And went for it…

He knew in his heart 

That was his wife….

He lived happily ever after 

Holdin hands with her at  the age of 100….

❣️©️ Kai C. 8-3-26

Mr. Right will pass you by

 Mr. Right will pass you by…

Mr. Right will pass you by…

Find another…

It seems you fumbled him….

You let him go 

And he went to find his wife 

Who treated him good…

Now you regret, 

Now you got tears in your eyes 

Cos you knew it was too late….

Ya you find a new guy 

But it wasn’t him….

Your soul grew distance 

You long for your soulmate 

But his wife has him….

Do you think deep down 

He still believe you’re the one?

 

That’s a comfort question,

But delusional….

You let him pass

You let him walk away quietly 

Cos of dumb ass reason…

He’s just wanna be with you 

Yet you pushed him away 

Away into another woman’s arms….

Or the fact you took the whole time 

Gettin him…

A lady snatched him up…

You got jealous….

You speak to the dark walls

Meanwhile Mr. Wrong don’t care 

About your heart..

He only cares about what you can 

Do for him….

Mr. Right saw you 

With him 

Tellin you he hopes 

You’re happy….

As he holds his wife’s hand 

There’s a wound in your chest 

When you witness that…

You’re not happy 

You can tell in your eyes…

You’re not peaceful….

All your regrets are written 

Like poetry…..

You told yourself 

I had him 

I broke his heart 

You spill all the apologies in the silence 

Not to his face….

The man of your dreams 

Slipped away somehow 

You’re still dreamin….

You still love him….

Your choices 

Your circumstances 

Ruined the best thing that happened 

To you…..

His absences are the only boyfriend 

You see….

Long frowns

No twinkle in your pupils 

You went for Mr. Wrong 

You stay with him 

And let your dream guy go…

The good one 

He never made you cry…

Not once….

Then you realize it’s too late 

As an elderly woman 

Watchin your soulmate go fallin 

In with his wife over and over 

Cos you didn’t grab him first…

You didn’t catch him quickly….

You keep sayin

He should have been mine…

My husband…

💔😢💯©️ Kai C. 8-3-26