I write poems about
People like you….
I write poems about
People like yourself….
You know those kinds of
People who said I don’t see color
Or what about black on black crime….
I write poems about
People who said don’t talk about
Racism, why do you have to play
The race car or my favorite, you’re
Racist…. I write pieces about
Themselves, their white fragility
Without rhyme…I write poems to give
Them high blood pressure…I write them
On purpose….I’m not goin to let them shut
My pen…I’m not goin to let them stop my thumbs
From expressin my heart…unless they kill me
Unless they gaslight me up so much…
Then I’ll become a ghost,
A karma that’s like a fly on the wall
You can’t swap me away
You can’t drown me in holy water…
I will haunt and my readers will spread me
Around as a virus….
I’d like to be a major curse in
People like you
Have those dreams where you were
Actually a victim, In black people’s
Position where generational trauma
Keeps repeatin itself….
I bet you don’t like that
Very much…do you?
Cos karma will bust up your head
And you can’t get away with it….
You can’t tell me what to write,
You can’t tell you will make sure
You have the authority to snatch my pen away
For good cos I write the exposure of
White supremacy…created by white folks like you…,💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 12-19-24