I don’t wanna feel guilty about Writin my black poems….

 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