Dedicated to my beautiful friend, Brandi Collins-Dexter (1980-2025): writer, researcher, and civil rights activist, who is finally resting.

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In the future
There is a wild garden of blooming orchards, lilies and marigolds
Plush soft green grass and weeping willows bent from the past
Unforbidden apples with flowing knowledge
The land has healed itself
And Black women are resting

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In the future
We are in right relationship with the land and all her stewards
We dig, unearth, root, get grounded, plant, eat and repeat
Food is abundant
Seasoned, buttery, and warm
More than enough
All the bellies are fed
And Black women are resting

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In the future
There are homes, not just houses but places that are sacred beyond four walls
Created with divine designers
Accommodating all bodies and disabilities
Carefully crafted with love, you can pick whatever you want
Victorian? Art Deco? Redwood Treehouse? Cottage? Spaceship?

Whatever you dream can be realized
Everyone is housed to fit their needs
There is always enough
And Black women are resting
In the future
A cure for hatred was discovered by children
Through their sweet wise council
Everyone is allowed a range of feelings and emotions
Accountability is no longer designated to the ones who are overly responsible
With hatred removed
Conflict is solved through communication and community
And Black women are resting

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Past, present and future collide
Old timelines crash
Prophecies are unmasked
As this world crumbles
The new world emerges
All the while Black women are resting

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In the future
Black women are resting
Black women are playing
Black women are seen
Black women are celebrated
Black women are loved
Black women are receiving

Black women are dancing
Black women are blooming