We felt the weight of oranges in our limbs
In our loins, we knew we wouldn’t
Be young forever, that even love
Was temporary for a purpose
Driving home, it was all so clear
Your white face, my womb of light
Our electric skin against the
20s something fever of our memoriam
Our permission to be free and reckless
Our dream was the Earth crumbling
And our child could be our redemption
Somehow nature impregnated us with
This little idea, called the future
Each generation fell for it like
The luminous blueprint of tomorrow
We worked so hard just so tomorrow would make it
On time, and in the right way
According to our cultural expectation of it
And if tears could burn in the
Back of our throat, they would now
In the memory of love written on skin
And the promises of forever that seemed
So real and tangible back then….
Wuji Seshat 