Black Poetry : The Baltimore Blaze

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THE BALTIMORE BLAZE, or

Burn Baby Burn: When Love runs out the lantern is gone

By Andre Austin

The blackman has been neglected treated as invisible with white sheets tore

He was just a joke, a blight and an awful eye sore

We had enough, we just can’t take police brutality anymore

“Burn Baby Burn”

What lead up to the events that erupted in Baltimore

Upgrade: its now “Burn Bittchh Burn”

Where is the love they call “amore”

Blackman treated like he’s on the Planet of the Apes

They fear I will take the whiteman’s grapes

No freedom or opportunity so with the match I’ll escape

I can’t drink no more wine

Because you snapped my freakin Spine

Mad-dog butchery all caught online

You gotta get yours and I gotta get mine

And that’s why we have no more “Agape”

That’s just another word for no Love

So I light it up with a Aunt Jemima’s bandanna Mask and a glove

So u had your little bonfire and you had your little fun

You burned down your own community what have U Won

The evil deeds of Dracula must flee the scene with the rising sun

Until a yellow/sun shirt Loving Mom’s come out to unmask and save their sons

We have something to brag about; a small part that we have won

But for the fringe I’m still in Mask

And knee deep in my criminal task

I’m invisible now and its all on my own terms

No facial recognitions or a fingerprints

You hate my existence and my super-sperm

We are the beloved community but no Valentine cards were sent

Freedom should be Universal you shouldn’t have to wait your turn

Unless you want to resort to the faith & deeds of “Burn bitchh Burn”