I hope my black poems are not performative

 I hope my black poems are not performative…

I hope my black poems are not performative…

They do come from my soul….

I don’t do this to get an attention…

I don’t do it cos I have heard somethin…

Cos someone told me to write…

I made that choice….

I want my people to heal

To understand the wickedness 

Those tactics that buried our voices…

We can’t bleach ourselves 

We can’t blackout our heartbeats….

My black poems are for black people

All over the world, across borders

I see them, I see us….we’re the parents 

Every race and our children disrespects 

us out of envy, out of insecurity…..

They wanted our throne so they stole it…

They sat on it and boss us around 

Forcin us to believe we’re inferior…

When really, it’s them…

Cos we dominate the world…

Our mistakes were that we took their 

Fork tongues too seriously…instead of 

Our ancestors’ pain…we accepted colonization 

As compassionate and forgiveness..

We continue to repeat mistakes..

Them, them readin my black poems 

Some might think this is all victim mentality 

Some might want to stop my left handed pencil 

Or my thumbs…

I swear my black poems would be a banned book 

So many truth bombs everywhere….

They would tell someone to tell me 

Not to be bold..

Who knows the FBI or the CIA 

Might be watchin me and my family 

Cos I got my people thinkin….

This isn’t the pretense….

Not makin profits off of black people…

I wanna get rid of our brokenness 

I wanna erase trauma from our dna…

Slavery has done a major number on us…

This is why I don’t want my black poems to be performative…

I never wanna be fake…

And if others think I am phony,

Let them be….

All I’m doin is spreadin the message 

From the heart…

All I’m doin is givin the 411 

Cos the world needs to know the fuckery….

Nobody said I’m performative,

I’m just sayin 

People will think they wanna think…

I may be over the top 

However I place a mirror in my reader’s face

I give my audience a Time Machine 

No matter how uncomfortable they are 

No matter how guilty they feel 

I will never stop writin…

You can say my profound is make believe 

You can say I’m tryin too hard 

Do I give a damn? 

I don’t have to…

I don’t wanna be someone I’m not…

I want my black poems to reach someone 

Reach the parts of a black soul…

I have enough experience with racism 

And I do have a lot of black joy and black excellence..

I’m a black poetess 

Talkin to my black people..

Cos I love my people 

I love  my black self….

It’s not fake 

Not phony 

I wanna help us

Even for me, 

When I write about my blackness 

And racism, 

It did heal 

It strengthens my voice…

I’m not an activist 

But I advocate

For the first humans on earth 

Which is black people…

💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 5-27-26