To black people
We’re still sick
To the bone….
We still are…
Hate to break it
To us but honestly
We don’t want change
We really don’t want
Real change for us
Cos we’re in this condition
Of not carin about what’s goin
On around us…we stay in our
Old cruel habits like self hate
Has never left our side….

It’s the truth
It’s the truth that
We’re scared too death
Of the colonizers who
Will always want to kill
Us…too many of us who
Fear of growin spine
To tear down white supremacy
Cos white supremacy has us
Locked up…then we become white
Supremacy that place a heavy chokehold
Upon ourselves…

If y’all get offended
If y’all get triggered
By my own words
Well you know
I’m speakin facts
We’re still a sick people
A ill race….
Even when we fight back
There are still Stockholms
Holdin us back chainin us back
Just like slavery….
Those traumas keep repeatin
Themselves over and over
It’s that we should heal our
Broken souls as melaninated nations….
Though

We’re so drained
So drained
That we can’t fathom
What liberation is in
Our minds
We soaked in
And we’re too low…

Ode to black people
My people
We’re still sick….
No matter how strong and bold
We are
No matter how much we come together
We’re still sick….
💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 8-30-23