We, ourselves, might hide
behind our curtains –– Might watch –– Tut tutting –– that’s certain. But you –– You put your body there / For cameras across the globe to share / Composed your truth. Invited the world, Come and see the blood in the streets.
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Poem for Renee Good –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed, You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas?
We, ourselves, might hide
behind our curtains –– Might watch –– Tut tutting –– that’s certain. But you –– You put your body there / For cameras across the globe to share / Composed your truth. Invited the world, Come and see the blood in the streets.