All right.
So this next poem is called "Afrofuturism,"
because popularity.
I was educated in the [? Pasadena ?] Unified School
District, so I had a lot of my education
from after school programming.
There was the Hanna-Barbera curriculum,
which showed me through The Flintstones
that Black people didn't exist in the past,
and through The Jetsons that Black people didn't
exist in the future.
And so "Afrofuturism" is kind of radical dream thinking
a type of Black future.
That might have been a little bit afropessimistic.
All right, "Afrofuturism."
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Rockets.
Moonshots.
Rockets.
Rocket.
Rockets.
Moonshots.
Won't you let me take you on a [STATIC NOISE] cruise.
[INAUDIBLE]
Take me to.
Take you me to your leader.
Take-- take me to.
Take me to.
So far ahead it's behind.
Moses tote her raygun, saying moonwalk or get disintegrated.
Rockets.
Moonshots.
Pharaohs go far away-o.
No riding place down there.
Thrones thrown up like they just don't care.
[INAUDIBLE]
Take me to.
Who you calling Buck Rogers?
Well you calling Starbuck?
Astrosheen.
Bling.
Remy Martian.
Bling.
Cadillite.
Eh.
Cadillactic.
Eh.
Spacey Adams.
Bling.
Who you calling Starbuck?
What our antenna said, we was bugged,
so us eyed the light up to light out
whole of "the place" blacked up, so blacks out this terra.
O, great gettin' up launchin'.
Space suited Q.U.E.E.N.S. in foil to fly,
flightsuited kings sky around shinin'.
Zip, zip, zip off the plantation,
beyond the stairs to nigga heaven.
Rockets.
It's an escape craft from now and then by way of then
and soon.
Yeahyeahyeahyeah.
It's the where, the when we go, when the call gets no response.
[STATIC NOISE]
Over.
Do you read?
[STATIC NOISE] Over.
Do you read?
[STATIC NOISE] Over.
Are we there yet?
Are we we yet?
Are we we there?
Are they we there yet.
Are we here yet there?
There, there.
NASA been good to us.
Dogonnit, I'm serious.
Rockets.
Moonshots.
Rockets.
Moonshots.
We're getting a message from Admiral Hayden.
[STATIC NOISE] Pilot.
Pilot.