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