Imagining…A Future, A Good One

When did you stop comfortably wrapping your mind around the future? When did you stop imagining, so ridiculously and so enthusiastically, about the things to come? About the things that could become, including yourself? Can you pinpoint when you started fearing it would only really come with bad news, or at least news that would interrupt any good thing you had been privately expecting from it? Been thinking about black girls and women dreaming and fantasizing and if we truly know how to engage a knowing that iterates and reiterates that the future also belongs to us? That not only is it ours to have, but that we also have a right to it. A right to imagination, to thinking that any kind of goodness could and can and will be ours, in this lifetime, on this earth, and in every future in which we agree to exist in.