Are white women
Jealous of me?
Cos I succeed better
Than them
As a black woman
I got somethin
Beautiful that they wanted...
It's that somethin
They crave
They yearn
They get angry
So they got the power to
Do somethin about it
Like get rid of me
Or put me in my place....

I think I was blind
To see their envy
When they show their wickedness
They made me feel bad....
At the time I didn't see the
Whiteness and jealousy
All in a mix

Then right now
I got a flashback
Where my ex best friend got jealous
Cos I got all the attention from my friends
From Facebook and it was on a workday
And I got a sense of jealousy from her
She sort of made me feel bad...
She's a white woman...
Would that consider to be white woman envy?

Yes
However
This situation never peaked out color...
We were textin
I posted somethin happy
And I guess she felt some type of way
Cos people are lovin it....
Maybe I got black girl magic
And she doesn't...

It was a long time ago
Not sure how many
But I have moved on

I can say
White women are wickedly jealous of
Black women....
They admit it as well....
I mean look at the black girl follow train
They have lost their minds....
They weaponized their tears
Throwin tantrums
I'm like they're too grown
Actin as a spoiled rotten child
Who never gets their way....

As you know
Europeans are like
Children
Terrorizin
The whole planet....

For these white women
Who are envious
They're the ones who copy us
Our hair our lips our asses
Our rhythm how we talk
How we soul clap
These kind of white women
Who are fetishizin black dicks
And biracial kids...

and they turn around to
Tell the sistahs that we copied
Them, though the difference is
That their system white supremacy
Programmed us to hate ourselves
To the core....to hate our melanin
Deeply to the grain.....so we have to
Be like Becky and Karen....

For so long
White woman was the beauty standard
And black women, black girls
Had to look up to her
She has all the attention
Has all the privileges
Has all the spotlights
Still do today

When black girl magic
Here she comes
Gettin mad
Cos she ain't gettin her way....

Yet

We still take care of white women
We still do....
Especially with their feminism movement
We gave them voices....
We put our life on the line for them
And they kick us to the curb sayin
They don't need us anymore....

However
The funny part is that
White women needs us...
Black women...
No matter what...
When it comes to their biracial babies
When it comes to their lack of style
When it comes to their dancin

I'm sure
White women will colonize
Double Dutch and say they created
It without givin us credit
I won't be surprised....

So
Answer to my own question
Is yes....
It's an observation
Where I witnessed
In flashbacks and somehow
I didn't see it
And I'm pretty sure
That random white women
Who read this poem
And take that as offensive
Are the jealousy tweakin
And they might gaslight me
And report me
I don't give a damn
Cos they're provin my point...
💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 1-29-23

Writin love poems to you
All the time would consider
As gettin on your nerves?

If I keep inkin you
If I keep pennin my heart to you

Daily or every week
Only to remind that I love you

I love you with everythin I am,

Is that annoyin to you?

Would you tell me to stop
Writin my soul to you?
No sweet messages upon
Every window?

Would you say “you don’t have to be a
Poetess to love me? Don’t use that
Motive or words to convince me to
Love you?”

Like my love confessions is under
Rated….

You secretly are humiliatin
Cos I write envelopes of poetry for
Your eyes only…

You roll your eyes
And throw my metaphors in the trash

You’re tired of my passion….

So I stopped writin my veins
To your heartbeat…I stop
Romancin you poetically

You don’t want my book
You don’t wanna read my heart and soul…

So I left the house with a kind memory..

My loved for you used to be handwritten letter
Now it’s all scarred…
My heart bleeds tears
Knowin

I can’t write you anymore….

Seasons passed

You miss my love poems….
You miss how I love you with the kisses of
Stanzas
You miss my raw emotion…
You used to be my inspiration….

But remember
I was gettin on your nerves….
You broke my heart cos
I wrote you too much love poems….
And it did hurt my feelings…

You don’t accept my flirtation
My eroticism…
You thought I was insane for writin
What’s in my head and soul….
You thought I wasn’t good enough
And I couldn’t be your favorite poetess…

You don’t pay attention to what I gotta say
I lay my bones out on paper for you to study
My being, my humanness…instead you forgot

Me..I’m not just plain ol words…not a word choice
To describe you…to describe how much I loved you…

I’m a person
Who goes out of the way
To bring you smiles on your face
To wipe your tears away
To hold your hand
To tell you’re amazin
And I can say that to you in real life
But I can also say that to you on paper…

I was your woman
I was your poetess

And then all of a sudden
You made me leave our home
For good only cos

My love poems are too loud, too noisy
For you…

I gave you love poems from my heart
To guide you through the darkness….
You said I was too deep and you weren’t
Listenin…you weren’t interested in the
Messages in a bottle….

Years went

I came to find out
You miss me
You miss me as your woman
With the soul of words….

In fact, you want my love poems back
Into your life…you wanted me
My voice pullin your heartstrings
You tell me I’m the lady of your dreams
Be my precious writer again…

I said no
I don’t trust you

You would teared my letters again….
Every page of my soul skipped a beat…
There’s no way to love you again

Honestly I hate your guts….

If you really want me back
So badly
Prove it….
Chase me for months seasons years
If you really love me
If my poems mean the world to me,
You will have to suffer
You will have to pay
For breakin my heart
For tellin me I need to stop writin love poems
Since you wanted me to give you chances….

I’m not that kind of girl
Who could easily forgive you….

Make me believe
We’re soulmates…

I don’t know romantic
Gestures would impress me

Writin love poems
Might get on your nerves
All the time, I get it

Just don’t be rude about it….
💙©️ Kai C. 1-29-23

I wish people would stop sending me ticktock links, i don't have the app and don't care for the website. I actually dislike the the thing...Smh

If I can't vent, get some shit off my chest, just release some steam over here then where?

I have a theory despite location or status we all break down to these groups within groups. For example you and four of your friends get together.
*one of you is paying more than the rest
*one of you will be offended more than the rest
*one of you will tune all that shit out and not be affected more than the rest
*one of you will be more sympathetic to Everything than the rest.

The Ukrainians 🇺🇦: COMING TO A CITY NEAR YOU! 😃