It will be a hot night; They all are in August On the West Baltimore streets. Where people die andRead more
I was born at Union Memorial Hospital during a sweltering Baltimore evening. My family moved to Maine when I was a little more than a year old. In many ways the community I grew up in is the opposite of the one I left. This past August, when I was 17, I returned to the city and was struck by what I saw. I hope that my poetry can bring some sort of meaning to the people of Baltimore.