My brain has been ticking for months
got me feeling like math class,
pulling my gum, twisting it around my finger
eyes fixed on the page, staring at the problem,
body cemented in angsty agony
praying for the bell to ring
so I can put it aside for another day
begging the universe for more time
to try figure out how to solve for F
Freedom or Facism
or
freedom from facism
How do I balance the equation?
Got me like Taraji in Hidden Figures
up on that ladder
skirt leaning while I sway
I need me a computer
in the form of all those brilliant
rad and mad woc who got us to space
I need to accept that computer is the way to soar
Yeah, I think that is a metaphor
We’ve got to teach us how
to break these chains and fly
We be how we solve for F
Computing, how to Fuck this Shit all the way Up.