Niggas need stars to know that we aren’t forsaken, that no one can claim the Universe. That our oppressors are sick and deluded. Niggas need to be awestruck by a beauty that can’t be destroyed. To know that we are a beauty that can’t be destroyed. Niggas need stars to exhibit the farce of control. To show that the only law and order there is isn’t one governed by men. Niggas need stars to know their place among them, for a piece of something, peace of mind.