I’m an alien from outer space,
I’m a cybergirl without a face, a heart, or a mind,
(a product of metal, I’m a product of the man)
I’m a slave girl without a race,
On the run ‘cause they’re here to erase and chase out my kind,
(They’ve come to destroy me.)
And I think to myself,
Wait! Its impossible.
They’re gunning for me!
And now, they’re after you (for loving, too.)
I hear the sirens go doooo-doooo.
Afrofuturist art will always have a special place in my heart. I think I need to revisit it and come to better understand how to appreciate it. As one deemed an “illegal alien,” how could I not have been drawn to it?