Black Kids Dreaming of Freedom

Black kids dreaming of freedom looks like,
Planning future land ownership, a sustainable community farm,
A school where we teach our stories.
Land that vibrates with the sounds of loud music and dancing feet,
Without the criminalization or exotification of our bodies.
Where we can move, dance, twerk, sing, breathe and live freely.
Dreams of safety.

Black kids dreaming of freedom looks like,
Strategizing the destruction of this Racist-Hetero-Patriarchial-Capitalist system.
“Rebellious” Js in hand,
Smoke surrounding us, opening up the potential of our minds.
Guiding us into our dream world of fugitive freedom.
No cops to stop our beating hearts from reaching adulthood.
Dreams of survival.

Black kids dreaming of freedom looks like,
Creating our own world,
Where brightly patterned cloth and jewels adorn our bodies and heads,
Where a range of textured hair is molded into glorious shapes,
Where brown skin of all shades are beautifully intertwined in and around one another, Loving. 
Uninhibited by heteronormative and Eurocentric ideas of sex, love and beauty.
Dreams of Love.

Black kids dreaming of freedom looks like,
Living among the forest, sleeping in the branches of Oxóssi. 
Consuming poison-free fish from our mother, Iemanjá.
Sensual, cleansing swims in the fresh waters of Oxum.
Thanking Obatalá for warm sunshine on glowing, melanated skin.
Being healed by Obaluaê’s herbs. 
Dreams of divinity.

In 2016, we Black kids are still dreaming of freedom.