Melanated People

2 yrs

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙢𝙚 $300 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, "𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?" 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, "𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙨." 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, "𝘽𝙚𝙩." 𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙...𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙈𝙏'𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙩𝙛 😒. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙...𝙎𝙢𝙝

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2 yrs

Fact. #wakeup

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2 yrs

Africoid men, the ONLY WAY, you can replicate yourself, THE MOST, is via the womb of an Africoid woman. You CAN NOT do this, to the highest degree, through the womb of a non-Africoid female. In fact, if you attempt to replicate yourself, through a non-Africoid womb, you are ACTUALLY reducing/tainting, your melanin. So, the choice is yours, replicate yourself, so your strong, organic, genetics, will live on, in your child/children, long after you transition to the spiritual realm, of reduce you melanin and create recessive hybrid. The choice is yours. Choose wisely. #wakeup

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2 yrs

I wanna write poetry with you….

I wanna write poetry with you…
I wanna compose my heart and soul
I wanna share my passion at a table
Conversin verses of how your eyes shine…..
Is this allowed to show our pens in each hand
And lay our bones out on paper from the closet…
It’s our love’s revelations….

It’s poetic…it’s enchanted …
We’re attached to each other
In our journals tangled up in unrhyme words
Metaphors became our sweetest dreams…
Like some kind of Hollywood romance

Poet and poetess
That the readers has the urge
To recite from our enchanted book….
We each write a love letter stanzas to
One another, takin turns of what our souls have
To say….even on the mic…

Like sayin our weddin vows
But we’re not married yet
We’re together forever boyfriend and girlfriend
You and I….

I wanna write poetry with you
While holdin hands underneath the sun
Do you wanna write poetry with me?
Do you wanna express our turnin pages fill with hope and joy?
We could be famous lovers who can inspire the world….
Someone is out there who wanna love somebody, too….

We’re amorous writers who write our fairytales
That doesn’t involve heartache and pain…
We ink the pleasures of growin old together….

And we get hot and bothered towards each other….
Our lyrical lines become our candlelight
Burnin us deep, we’re twin flames that never breaks up….

Witness our shadows dancin in our poems
Our poems are like private rooms…..

My darlin, I wanna write poetry with you
For the rest of my life…
Wanna be your poet laureate in our own household
In every room, on many walls, some glassed mirrors
Just to show how much i love you and how so handsome
You are…you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever dream of….
Call you my shootin star and my man…

Sounds like cliche but you get my drift….💙

©️ Kai C. 2-18-23