Aby M'Baye Poet Free verse

Burn, Baby, Burn

Burn, Baby, Burn.
I was born in flames
In the screams
In the tears of despair
On grief that never healed
On bodies left broken
On shattered glass and empty hands
Just rage
And night
Burning through their eyes

I was born in fire
Burning with city fever
On July 14th
A night when time froze
Tweny-five hours.

No light
No mercy
Just blackout
A hole with no fireworks
A silence too loud

Dark night
Dark hearts
Cardiac sirens
No trace of kindness
The heroes hid

And “Son of Sam”
Yes, “Son of Sam”
The lover-slayer
Wrote love letters dipped in venom
His poetry

A slow, cruel burn
Each word
A loaded match
Each line
A whispered threat

But even then
Even there,
Something still breathed
I was born in flames
Between a siren’s scream

And a DJ’s scratch
Patching the universe
With stolen vinyl
And holy defiance
I was born in flames

Between silence and looting
Between the fall and the fight
And ever since
I walk
With history’s ashes

Pressed into the soles
Of my heart
Burn, baby, burn
Through the chaos
We heard a dance

A scream became a song
Burn, baby, burn 
Bodies didn’t flee
They held
They spun

Burn, baby, burn 
They kissed
On bridges still trembling
Still laughing 
Behind every ash

There is a flame
Behind every ruin
There is blood
And behind me
There is you

My love.

Aby M. July 2025

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