You Ain’t No Astro

(Afrofuture 2: OutKast)

we transcend spacetime unleashing cornrows. 
my kinky wavelengths protrude me
hands to the sky, to the ay-er.
begin with a prayer, earthling.
the future of the world depends on 
skintone — clear signals of aloneness.
the future of the world depends on
undulant fists, haphazard flying crafts.

who am i but a splitdivide?
i keep it on repeat out of this world 
because you like the way i move but
what are you? what are you? rings
as you try to find glyphs on my hipswing
i’m sorry i’m not who you thought i’d be,
but c’mon, let me probe you, let my fingers
search your astrology. i can make you see stars.