Fact. #wakeup

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

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

No "world event' is REAL. ALL PLANNED. You live in a rigged reality. WAKE UP! #wakeup

No "world event' is REAL. ALL PLANNED. You live in a rigged reality. WAKE UP! #wakeup

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NY subways banned dogs unless they can fit in a bag...🤣

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