with Nakel Smith and Slim video

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43322/boy-breaking-glass

Boy Breaking glass

by Gwendolyn Brooks

Whose broken window is a cry of art

(success, that winks aware as elegance, as a treasonable faith,)

is raw: is sonic: is old-eyed première.

Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament.

Our barbarous and metal little man.

“I shall create! If not a note, a hole.

If not an overture, a desecration.”

Full of pepper and light

and Salt and night and cargoes.

“Don’t go down the plank

if you see there’s no extension.

Each to his grief, each to

his loneliness and fidgety revenge.

Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.”