“we are the ones we have been waiting for"
—June Jordan
if stars can exist
it is not unreasonable to know
black folks produced
more than stars
much of the present
support to land here
in these united regrets
where we are brought to our knees
& our vision can be crafted
into thorns easily
able to prick
our insides
when even what light reaches us
& what can be named light
has been contorted
there is such evidence of loss
of motion
for generations
on loop like waves of an ocean
the blues always traveling our veins
supernovas are stars gone
a final collapse
the discovery of light waves
brushing the sky with sparks
a late explosion
we were never invited to write
now we are told to be a literate
lay audience
to believe in black imagination
not the imagination featured here