Hi, Nables. It's nice to be here. It's really, really nice to see so many familiar faces. This is my third time in NABLIS and it's my first show, so I'm really excited. I can't express how happy and privileged I am to be part of Hal Fest and be on this stage and sharing the stage with so many amazing poets. And that dragonfly is going to fly in my head and mid-home and scaring the heck out of me. But I am loud angry and political, so yeah, that's kind of fun. Let's call it coexistence. I don't want to coexist. Not like good guys and bad guys with chulis and propaganda. Put on black faces, cowdrivers, you're deli, owners and you're racist comedies. Not bomb your Dunkin' Donuts with my kuffiah, fist pound box news, or let you steal my food and call it Israeli salad. I won't mess with a zoe hand or let him turn the rocks of Palestinian children into balloon animals. While Israeli soldiers, slump, our children's, hedge shoulders, knees and stomachs, Hollywood slipes years of young ones with lovable tales of blue and white heroes. I'm not looking for your approval. Not a token role or job on my knees scrubbing toilets in Israel's Congress. I'd rather fight with black salatinos against oppression than concede to a mainstream plantation that sees me as other, unless I'm checking a college application. I don't believe in the tooth fairy or 2,000 claims of homes you supposedly deserve when people resurrected and walked on water. I'll exist in a world that fights against racism like Martin Malcolm. Please get out tails of Stephen Beacon as a song that never dies no matter what apartheid makes of our bodies, keeps mouths and gulps our streets and resurrect Bobby Sans' message so that we'll never be hungry again. And whether you know it or not, I'm the best solution you have. One man asking for one vote telling you to look at the sea and I'll never drive you into it. I'll never return the favor. I'm not obstructing an olive branch and a rifle. I'm extending reality because being surrounded by so-called enemies on your borders is easier than in your towns and election centers. We may not be brothers, but this neighborhood has made us cousins. I don't want to coexist. I want to exist as a human being and justice will take care of the rest.