Baltimore Protests
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I AM four years old
and my mother is zipping my coat up with feverish fingers
and a red-lipped smile
i look out into the sheeting rain and
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Baltimore is forever rampaged by riots.
Violence fuels thier vengence, if that is what it takes.
Violence in the white cop, Violence in the black teen.
Notice how the pieces on the board are cluttered—
chess never looked so lively:
pawns with shields move like knights
while rooks move like bishops
