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A Baltimore Teacher Remembers Freddie GrayBy Sharon Frye QuailBellMagazine.com  She watches fan blades strobe a petal pattern, faint street lights flicker daisies, a cricket in her closet chirps behind a box of shoes Smoldered wood of a white oak kneads the air from a food truck baby ribs, smoking swine smell coil through street like a tattoo And all the happy little daisies whirligig to ghost-flowers her students scattered brains dye entrails of Baltimore- She thinks of Freddie’s love for lettuce and baloney piled high on Wonder Bread how he giggled as he planted his left foot, then his right to the book, “Feet, Feet, Feet.” As she recited in her Seuss-voice “Oh, oh the places you’ll go!” Freddie’s slumlord was a drug lord, never gave-a-damn ‘bout peeling paint, lead peppered beds or rats runnin’ down the hall… And she wonders if Freddie had green grass under left foot, long-eared puppy near his right, he might’ve thrown a ball or whispered prayers in his ear But hey— everyone knows-- Dogs are for the ‘burbs. #Unreal #Poem #Baltimore #FreddieGray #BlackLivesMatter #NeverForgetVisit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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