This poem describes America's obsession with guns through storytelling and imagery to paint a bloody picture of what life is like on the other end of the barrel.
The future of black people doesn't have to be Wakanda, it might be strikingly similar to what we have today. This poem hits on what afrofuturism looks like to me.
As a man, I've ruined so many platonic things by not keeping platonic. and assumed that because I'm a man, I can't possibly be wrong for that. this poem is me addressing these situations and criticizing that thought process.
BEing born into the information age, we experience things that previous generations don't understand.
the way social media has affected our life is examined in this poem.