Kadon, Amir, Smoke, and Rah
help me paint
We crack jokes
and clown each other
and the wings I drew
them are actually there
on their backs
We paint
and we fly
Even Stanford
who’s standing guard
clowns us
talking about
Y’all can’t even stay in the lines
on a fucking drawing
No wonder y’all can’t even walk
in a straight line
The other guys clown us
for not being in class
talking about
Y’all niggas get to do
a fucking art project?
But still
they leave us alone
Even when we have
to leave the mural unfinished
for the next day
they leave it alone
It takes us a whole week
to finish
but I’m left alone
to add some final touches
here and there
and I stand back
to look at my work
our work—