I am a graffiti artist. I found here my wall. In between myself, And the outside world. Sometimes they thinking it’s a gang thing and try to hook me that way. Walking by me the lyrics to their songs in my head. Short clips of long words. Everything broken in halves. A whole bunch of lies I say to that. I ain’t no doing that makin for them here. This wall is for me. I says my own thing. I says it up close for you. My lines ain’t straight. Sometimes I gotta run em, like I do. Gotta get away, case they catch me. I says is my wall, but it ain’t so. ©Susy Kamber