Just Balloons On A Bridge
It will be a hot night; They all are in August On the West Baltimore streets. Where people die and
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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.
It will be a hot night; They all are in August On the West Baltimore streets. Where people die and
Read moreThunder in Baltimore, The storm floats in Like the cruise ships at the inner harbor. Rain follows thunder Even as
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