Christian Pearson, Author at Baltimore Beat Black-led, Black-controlled news Thu, 28 Jul 2022 20:33:39 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://baltimorebeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/cropped-bb-favicon-32x32.png Christian Pearson, Author at Baltimore Beat 32 32 199459415 “Another Black Butterfly Gone” by Christian Pearson https://baltimorebeat.com/another-black-butterfly-gone-by-christian-pearson/ Mon, 27 Apr 2020 18:30:46 +0000 http://baltimorebeat.com/?p=5515

On April 25, Writers in Baltimore Schools held a write-in for its members to respond to the death of Freddie Gray and the Baltimore Uprising five years later. All this week, the Beat is running the poems, essays, and reflections that came out of the write-in… Another black butterfly, Fluttering by, Was stripped of its […]

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On April 25, Writers in Baltimore Schools held a write-in for its members to respond to the death of Freddie Gray and the Baltimore Uprising five years later. All this week, the Beat is running the poems, essays, and reflections that came out of the write-in…

Another black butterfly,

Fluttering by,

Was stripped of its beautiful wings.

Pursued, and the subdued

By greedy butterfly catchers in blue.

But like an ignorant child, lacking in grace,

They killed the butterfly in their embrace.

To save face,

They demonize the butterfly’s nature

“If he wasn’t guilty, why was he running?”

Your Straw Men don’t fool us,

It matters not why the butterfly flutters away

But to humor you, we do know the answer.

When a butterfly is caught in a net

By catchers that are malicious and incompetent,

Tragedy is sure to ensue

And another black butterfly is pinned to the wall.

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“An Ode to My Brother” by Christian Pearson https://baltimorebeat.com/an-ode-to-my-brother-by-christian-pearson/ Thu, 03 Oct 2019 20:22:08 +0000 http://baltimorebeat.com/?p=4694

This week, the Beat will be posting work from writers in the Writers in Baltimore Schools (WBS) program. This work was created at WBS’ Young Writers’ Summer Studio, a six-day writing camp held each year in August. This year, the Beat’s Lisa Snowden-McCray and Brandon Soderberg worked with the students for two of those six […]

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This week, the Beat will be posting work from writers in the Writers in Baltimore Schools (WBS) program. This work was created at WBS’ Young Writers’ Summer Studio, a six-day writing camp held each year in August. This year, the Beat’s Lisa Snowden-McCray and Brandon Soderberg worked with the students for two of those six days. Some of the work here and much more will be published in WBS’ Writers’ Studio anthology out soon. We began with a piece from WBS founder Patrice Hutton and so far we brought you a poem by WBS writer Abigail Mokuba and a poem by Jahi Heath. Today, we have a poem by Christian Pearson.

I remember teaching him how to play Call of Duty.

I remember him pressing the wrong buttons,

Using the wrong control sticks,

And getting killed over, and over, and over again.

I remember him teaching me how to play Fortnite

And getting frustrated at how bad I was.

I remember going to the court with him,

Teaching him crossovers and how to dribble between the legs.

I remember him getting me to play him one-on-one

And backing off of him so I didn’t get crossed.

I remember teaching him how to throw a football,

Teaching him the diamond shape with his hands for him to catch.

I remember playing 3-Fly with him

And he burned me several times.

I remember teaching him how to box

Like my dad taught me.

I remember hearing he defended himself

Against two boys AT ONCE.

I remember hearing they never bothered him again.

I remember when he’d close his eyes and say “Ewww”

Every time my parents kissed.

I remember finding he had a type.

You still crushing on Becky G, aren’t you?

I remember him reading all my poems,

Asking “what does that word mean” and “how did you come up with this?”

I remember “Super Ninja Spy,”

His own little comic, illustrations and all.

I remember a tiny baby boy with hair twice the size of his head.

I remember seeing you leave the barber’s chair with bald fades to this day.

I remember praying for him 

I needed another boy in the house. 

And I don’t have to remember

How thankful I am to be blessed with a little brother.

Keep growing.


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