I’m talkin about black people right now….
I’m talkin about black people right now…
My folks, my nation, my race
Not you white people…
Why do y’all have to center yourselves
All the time?
why?
Every time we discuss racism
And black race,
Y’all go shh
Like we ain’t allowed to speak
Of how we feel…
What the fuck is wrong with y’all?
Seriously,
What the fuck is wrong with y’all?
I can’t stand up for my people?
I can’t defend my blackness?
Oh y’all are uncomfortable….
Oh it’s not like me
I should be quiet
I should keep it to myself
I should say I’m not racist But
I have to say somethin true…
I should say I love all people
For y’all to feel safe….
Like I’m not a dangerous black person…..
Yet I’m talkin about black people
I’m talkin to them
Don’t interrupt me
Don’t intimidate me….
I don’t give a damn
If y’all try guilt trip
If y’all use a black friend to say
We bleed red
And to make me feel bad
About how I feel….
Y’all convince black people
Not to make white people feel bad
About the system….
Y’all build this dirty shit….
Don’t give me a mlk quote
I have a dream
Y’all don’t do what he says..
I think it’s funny
Y’all worry about melanin a lot
Cos y’all want it….
Not our character….
Envy turns to hatred
All the time
So y’all get violent
On us
Y’all call us niggers
Y’all trigger when we beat your asses…
And some of y’all read my poems
About black people like I hurt your feelings….
What about facts?
What about the mirror of your reflections
Your actions that yall deny?
Y’all never acknowledge
Slavery
Colonization
Jim Crow
How the past becomes present
Like remix….
I’m talkin about black people right now…
In poems
I’m tellin us that we’re still humans
And we’re the blueprint
That other races have tried to plagiarize….
They may steal our culture
Yet it doesn’t fit them well….
They credited themselves
Though never match our magic….
I’m talkin about black people right now…
What about other people?
I thought being called racist could crush my soul
Somehow I think about it more
Cos I’m stickin to my own people..
What’s wrong with stickin to my own race?
I belong there….
Is it cos of you’re thinkin about black unity
As a monster?
A nightmare perhaps?
We have this weird mindset that
We can’t be too black..
Can’t be too powerful and proud
To be black
Around y’all..
It’s absolutely insane to think this way…
It’s a continuous condition…
Loved ones and friends
Told us not to talk about black power
And racism
And politics
And religion
Cos we have white friends
And we have white people helpin us
We’re surroundin by white folks
I’ve been told that…
If I were forced to stop
Talkin about black people,
My voice would be nowhere to be found…
My consequences would have questions
Why did you stop speakin up?
Why did you stop speakin the truth?
People might answer
Might not
Might lie
Honestly
I don’t want fear to come to my heartbeat…
I want my boldness stand firm
And unbroken…
I want my bravery to turn into
Strong bricks…
Nobody can blow me away
Hard enough….
I’m talkin about black people right now…
Positively….
I’m talkin about black people right now
Cos I’m black
Cos I feel our pain and joy…
Cos I wanna help us through my metaphors…
I wanna heal us even though oppression
Keep pushin us to the bottom…
Cos I love us…
Is there any problem?
I’m talkin about black men black women
Black children, black elders
Black lgtqb.
Black and disabled
Black diasporas
All kinds of black people
Even the ones who hate themselves
Even the ones who dated outside their race
What’s wrong with talkin about people
Who looks like me?
Black people are humans
Not animals
Not niggers
You have no right to control
Us…
In fact,
Y’all are disrespectin your parents
We’re your mothers and fathers
To all the races in the world…
We should have put y’all back
In your caves
As punishment
For colonization
For thief
For rape
For whitewash
For severely persuadin us
Think whiteness is superior….
There’s no forgiveness in that….
And this is why I’m talkin about black people right now
Whether you like it or not…
You may stop me
I keep goin….
Do I give a shit?
I shouldn’t have to…
This is my people
My melaninated people…
Got an issue
Go ahead and tell somebody
I’m rude
I’m a racist
Tell somebody I need to be put in
My place…
Tell somebody I should stop
Conversations
And erase my black poetry immediately
I keep goin….
Plus there are more people like me
Who loves talkin about black people….
Why would I stop?
✊🏿💯©️ Kai C. 6-21-26