I didn’t talk about racism
At camp…
It wasn’t a topic to bring it up….
I didn’t bring it up….
I don’t think anyone understands
The true meanin of racism…
Plus it wasn’t unexpected….
I’m used not sayin a word of it…,
I don’t tell counselors that I write poems
About racism and black people
White supremacy all kinds that we should be
Talkin about cos we’re war…..
I see people gettin along,
I didn’t witness microaggressions
Unless they went over my head….
I didn’t forget about racism…
I didn’t forget that what i said in my poems
And the fact I saw black people at camp
They didn’t talk about racism either….
I wonder if they did among themselves
About the news they heard
A black woman got shot and killed in the her own home
By a white cop…
I know deep down they’re tired of it…and they’re used to it
I mean we’re used to it…
Sadly, it’s not surprisin that history will always be that parrot, repeatin
Over and over….most of my people don’t know what to do but
Pray for a change….
Now I think about it
As I always thought that
The violence is the solution to this systemic issue
That we have and I keep sayin this in my poems over and over
I’m like a parrot, too….white supremacy is violence,
Is pure violence….and we have to fight back
And many of us don’t wanna do that,
They wanna forgive and forgive and forgive and forgive
And that’s part of our slave mentality unfortunately….,
That’s our problem on our part….
Again
Black race has a lot of mental illness that comes from slavery
And colonization….
I didn’t show any poem about racism in my sketchbook
Cos I was nervous….and I shouldn’t be…..
Cos there are some people who are open minded…..
Others would of said we don’t talk about any kind of subject
Like this…
It’s not the place to speak up about it….
If I say somethin about racism, oranythin like that
As a microaggression against me by callin my mom
And she might be stern with me, I would honestly be quiet…..
That’s no lie…and none of that happened…..
I didn’t talk about racism at camp….
I didn’t show my black power poems
However if my counselors and peers
Saw my poems online about racism
White supremacy, I would hope they would get out of
Their offended feelings and think critically…..
Or not….. They could agree or disagree…..
I want people to think, I want people to know why
I write this, and my poems ain’t about hate…..
It’s about the truth, the truth doesn’t coddle
Anybody’s feelings…..
And I wanna give black people a voice….
I wanna wake black people up as much as I can
With the gift of words i hold dear to my soul….
💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 7-26-24
