Blk Coffy Posts
Baltimore summer brought aggravation through steep temperatures, while breezing in arid afternoons. Yet, at the same time it gave us stoop parties, corner store meet-ups and a reason to celebrate the piece of life found in-between the cracks of deprivation.
That summer, I watched the brown people of Baltimore sing a sadness beneath shady oaks. I watched the brown children run with their expose toes up and down the streets of dilapidated buildings as well as listened to the old heads shout, “y’all stop all that damn running before one of y’all get hurt”. All of this gave Baltimore a rhythm. The city was alive despite its temperament. And I had found myself a part of it all. Baltimore your summer made me feel, Baltimore your summer made me BLACK.