If you erase my black poems

 If you erase my black poems 

If you erase my black poems 

I will not be happy….

If you delete them off the screen 

I will not look at you the same again…

Cos who the hell are you?

Who gives a fuck about 

Your feelings 

And everyone else’s, huh?

Truth over emotions….

Let’s learn history 

Black history 

Shall we?

Did you know 

Jackie Robinson dominated baseball 

And white folks got mad? 

Did you know George Carver invented potatoes?

And I’m sure white folks got jealous….

They thought we were supposed to be dumb…

We ain’t…

We’re wiser….

Haitians beat and slaughtered their slaveowners 

for freedom…

Oh don’t forget about Montgomery brawl

Black folks whooped that colonizers’ ass

For tryin to lynch a black man…

Oh I speak metaphors of our blackest events…

And if you erase my black poems,

You whiteout my voice…

You whitewash my ancestors….

Cos someone out there 

Will complain 

Will ban

Will cancel 

Let them…

It didn’t stop me 

From typin my thumbs away into 

My own blackness….

You don’t like my soul…

Actually you do, 

You just don’t want me to have it…

You don’t want me to have my dominance 

Over my own words…

You want my rhythm 

My black womanhood…

You think it may look good on you 

Like a trend….

Like a fashion statement….

I’m not your model 

Not your fuckin help

You ain’t plagiarizin my style….

You ain’t changin up my stanzas…

For your comfort…

FUCK YOU…

If you erase my black poems,

I will write more and more 

Til my last breath….

I hope someone who recites them

Memorizes them 

Each line 

How it touches thy heart….

How it spreads thy thinkin….

When I’m all gone,

I hope my black poems 

Never stop showin themselves off…

I hope they still heal my people 

Who needs to hear….

I have to hear it myself….

Cos 

My poetry 

Should be reflectin 

Of black joy 

Black pain…

Understandin…

My blackest poetry is supposed 

To the humanness of black people…

Givin us a voice 

Givin us a reminder 

Givin us a message 

Givin us facts….

If white people get pissed off 

Let them….

They’re always a center of attention

Whenever we talk about us….

It’s not all about them….

Not all about other races…

It’s about us…

And we as black people

Truly need to learn how to be on our own 

Without ethnicities….

How to guard our own space…..

It’s why I write for them

From the heart and soul

Even if some think I’m a racist 

I speak for them as well 

Even if some don’t care 

I trigger them…

If you erase my black poems, 

And it’s inappropriate 

I keep writin

I keep rebellin

I’m not a slave….

I’m a liberated black woman 

Who got motorized wheels 

With words that my two thumbs carry…

You can’t stop my thumbs 

Even if you snatch my devices away 

Even if you snitch 

I will forever write 

Til my final day is over…

✊🏿💯©️Kai C. 10-27-26