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!