To the moon
Where we’re viewed
As gentle as a caterpillar in its cocoon
Somewhere real; somewhere pure
A place that doesn’t fuck around with our insecure - rities
It don’t invalidate our vulnerabi-lity
And inaugurate us into a swarm of negativity
All cause our blood carries the history of inequity
Our backs reads the story of our ancestry
Our ankles shackled in this system’s penitentiary
But they expect us to shut up and claim freedom
While we watch our kingdom
Corrupted by white wisdom
Filled with nothing but mediocre visions
Illustrated with demolition
And their mission to invalidate the conditions
That we undergo-
I mean it’s sickening—
How they try to paint over the imprisonment
That follows us like a silhouette.
But on the moon
That’s a guaranteed reset.
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