bees mistake humility for stupidity
want i read c.v. in middle of set seen
everything you wanna be i already
been admit you hate me for it
blue print me for it
what stage you wanna hit
what mic you wanna break star
i rocked it wa carved some space scene
how to lift a crowd not slay we
lay the mic down all grateful
you clock my applause not listen to
the pause the breath wa prayer before
your after ain’t my vision you mistake
my grind for polish you don’t believe
what i know to be true of course you
at a loss for words cause you compete
this my dust speaking to you am
already out looking for the next who
poem will make me

drops. leaves.

suheir hammad