Renee The Poet
You wrote about fetal pigs and faith
about slick rubber smell, high gloss biology textbook pictures-
asked if you could "let them both be," science and belief, doubt and hope.
You wanted "solipsist sunsets" and tercets from cicadas-
the private music of a life left alone.
Noem called you domestic terrorist.
Your poetry speaks louder..
The president invented a story about running someone over.
The agent walked away
on his own feet- let's change that.
The video tells a different truth.
You were a poet who won prizes.
But you had your own intersections where the state finds flesh to grind: woman, mother, poor enough to flee disposable enough for a bullet three blocks from home.
We see you...
We are you...
We know whose tragedy this is.
We know what happens when
-the state decides-a woman is in the way of someone's campaign promise.
You mattered. Floyd mattered.
We march for Minneapolis, again.
Here are your rocking chairs.
-Swing-low Sweet Chariot-
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Ms. AWashington / @arwashington
#ARW-RAW I ArtissTree
A SŌLSEED Joint
I let this write itself. 🤍
I knew poets would write: cuz
#writerswrite when the world cracks open. I write; it’s the only resistance I have that feels true. Our #art feeds our heart and soul when everything else is collapsing.
She was a #poet; this is how I honor a fellow poet. #ReneeNicoleGood