Just a mom.
Living her life.
Supporting neighbors.
Alongside her wife.
ICE rolls in—
so out of line.
Whistles slice the air—
only warning sign.
Predestined—
small mind, huge threat.
Violence incoming—
on that, you can bet.
No small thing.
Standing up tall
for neighbors and kin—
caring for them all.
Glovebox full—
her kids’ stuffed toys.
The truest snapshot—
her life under noise.
She was calm—
pup behind her.
Her wife more vocal—
offered reminder.
Did she harm
or threaten you?
No, she was civil
as she tried to move.
Did her wife
hurt your feelings?
Did that justify
leaving us reeling?
Peaceful calm
wrecked instantly.
Her future snuffed out—
you scoffed flippantly.
No help for
her or her wife.
Renee deserved more
than cowardly strife.
Noise about
her choice and views;
her whole damn life’s been
dissected and skewed.
Say her name—
scream it out loud!
And never bow to
what’s become “allowed”.
Do you think
we will forget?
We will not back down
‘til justice is met.
That’s fine, dude. I’m not mad at you.
— Renee Nicole Good
#SayHerName
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