Fry my brain

 Fry my brain 

What if somebody 

Fry my brain that i become a 

Different person all the while 

My family is being threatened 

Just cos I write way too much?

Way too much blackness 

Like I got my people united

Cos of my black poetry?

Whether it’s a book 

Or my posts, 

They might delete everythin, 

Every little piece of it

For the sake of white folks…

They have to save their white folks

Then people would ask me 

How come I stop writin 

Black power,

Black liberation?

They’d say 

Recently 

I write different poems now 

Like colorblind society ones 

The ones that we are all humans 

And we don’t see color…

My readers might say 

She’s not the same poetess 

I know 

She usually humanizes black people 

In her own metaphors…

Now she doesn’t anymore….

Askin what happened…

My audience wouldn’t know 

The cia 

The fbi 

Have fried my brain 

Cos I gave my own people 

Too much voice….

Even black poets and poetesses

Can be dangerous 

Words are powerful to create 

A black messiah to threaten 

White supremacy…it’s a risk….

It’s possible…

Honestly they may kill a human soul 

Who speaks facts

But facts are still out…..

However 

They will divide black race as much as 

They can for the sake of their survival….

And for real, for real 

Black people 

Will always come together 

No matter what….

It’s very possible that a division 

Will not work anymore 

Cos black unity is their ultimate karma 

Their nightmarish consequences…

Also Mother Nature 

A black woman

Ya she’s whoopin their ass too

You can’t assassinate her 

You can’t even fry her brain….

If I were that famous 

For writin truth to the melaninated nation 

And y’all give me death threats 

To get me to put my pen down 

To try interrupt my black thoughts

On purpose…there are goin to be 

Difficult choices…there are goin to be 

Risks….if someone has a plan 

For me to do like changin my own mind 

Like takin away my human rights to 

Express, to critical think…

I don't have to pass away 

There's no need for my blood…

They might as well decide to

Fry my brain….

With a machine 

A machine with hot flames…

They would believe and know

It's for the best to be a different writer

For a public eye to be comfortable with…

They might make me sold out 

My own black community 

I'd become a coon for the rest of my life 

If white supremacy fry my brain…

I mean who knows…

I'm not a psychic 

I can't see the future ahead 

And you know what 

I'm happy 

I'm not in that situation where

Fame leads me to danger and risk….

I'm glad I'm not that famous….

I just can't stand 

Being safe black is the only thing we have to do in order to make the world feel at ease.. 

I can't stand how it was set up this way…

Knowin we live in big ol lies…

I want nobody to fry my brain 

I want nobody to threaten my family and friends cos I write about black liberation 

Cos I unite my black people 

Book or posts 

Does a white leader or a white poet 

Gets threaten to fry his or her brain by a government 

For advocatin his or her people?

I heard no history of that…

💯✊🏾©️ Kai C. 6-25-26