I'm a refugee in a country that doesn't acknowledge my history, because my ancestors were slaves bred like cattle, but this country paints a false picture of equality allowing people from different countries to come here, & disrespect me, & people like me.

What is it from others as a people do many of us claim that we want, that we can't do or provide for ourselves as a people? #blackpowerwithpurpose

To my ex

You do mean well
But I want us to be friends….
We’re better off to be apart
We can keep in touch
I just don’t wanna be with you
Like that anymore….

Honestly the reason why we
Broke up, cos you weren’t around
And I was around…I wanted you
I wanted you to want me, also…
So it was unrequited want….

So we broke up,
I know i said I’m not good
At breakups…this time it was easy
Cos I met someone else…

We’re around each other
I want him and he wants me…
It’s why I broke up….
I’m sorry
Somehow you’re ok….

Though I didn’t tell you the reason
Why…. I figured you don’t wanna know
Anyway cos you haven’t been around
Me…not a lot….

I kept tellin you
I’m not happy
I kept tellin you
This and that but no reply….

I felt as you didn’t want me….

I broke up
It’s harm feelings
Cos it’s breakin up….

From
Kai Createss

💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 8-15-23

For a writer
(Roald Dahl)

Yesterday I learned about you
And your stories
How you sat on that comfy chair
With your legs up
Have 5 pencils to write your children’s books

I would like to borrow your writin chair….
It’s big I could fall asleep….
I could use my iPad to write my poems
I mean they literally fall out of my soul….

For a writer like us
We do set up and be in a comfort zone
Just pourin out words and feelings
Like raindrops…

Writers are the greatest clouds in the universe
No matter how bad and good we are….
Yet I’m terrible at writin garbage poetry….

I don’t know how to write not so good poem,
Cos I got magic, I got a magic left hand
Those magical thumbs…. Do have mistakes….
Don’t forget writers are humans, too….

I would like to borrow your chair, sir…
Just for a while,
I can get comfortable, too…
Not goin to steal it…

I’m goin to borrow your chair, Mr. Dahl
You can sit on my daybed and write
But I don’t have pencils like yours….
I don’t know if you know how to use
An iPad…this is 2023 it’s technology
Everywhere…the world has changed….

I can go back in time
Where I can get those pages right
And use a pencil to scribble my heart out….

We can switch places
Through Time Machine
Only for once….

Honestly,
I really like your chair….
You look too comfortable….
There’s nothin wrong with
Havin your own space to write….

✍🏾🫶🏾©️ Kai C. 8-15-23

Did you know? Willy Wonka's Lumpa lumpas were originally enslaved pygmies (Twa tribe)? Makes sense... Chocolate... Africa..

Paperdoll

Paperdoll write her own stars
In the sky…what are her dreams
Are about? I’m not sure….
Should I ask her?

I went up to her
And asked her what she’s dreamin
About…

She said well I’ve been dreamin
About this paper man….
He’s in my dreams….
We were gettin married
And live a life a happy endin…

I was like wow
That’s so quixotic
I love that…
Do you know him?

She says no
But to believe he’s out there
Lookin for her….I’m just
Waitin…writin my own stars
Like a secret diary…

I tell her
He’s comin
He’s comin to get you
And you’ll be in his arms forever….

She smiles…she has faith in
Fairytales, she wanders off in
Romantic ideals of someone
Who loves her, too…

This kind paper doll
And I have somethin in common
We both want a love story to last an eternity
With butterflies and laughter….

She writes her stars
I write poems
About our men who make
Us fly like

Birds….

Oh paper doll,
I hope you find the man of your dreams….

💙🫶🏾©️ Kai C. 8-15-23