Heaven aight up there. Less moonshots please, more clean pots pipelines leading clean water to soil, Sons &Daughters, lead made livin graves. Glass houses mean less when Shame can be coded-in.
Lean starts are all we’ve lived. Born to star in the dark and be the light. I don’t chase I gravitate.
Nah! The Future is where We are! Ask again, nah I’ll say— switch to match code, spin mission.
There. Set course? Of course, set to profit &mirror owed with ode.
Keep the gold, melanated down to the toe hold I have on liberation. It’s for the OG& the-young in me. I seem they equity& sweat; they glee!
Pitch? Word, picture this! Math harnessed to conquer past& crack white mask; Black Futures don’t run on gas.
We, digital diaspora, cultivate, terraform, and repass; iterate, gyrate, throw weight;
From Bluest Eye It’s Toni, Not Jobs, who mystifies.
Hers, are the shoulders& of Harriet Cooper& DuBois we rise off they’re perch, do we spy; a future Moment led by I!