Renee Nicole Good
Renee Nicole Good,
poet, writer, mother of three.
A domestic terrorist.
She had it coming to her!
Stuffed animals in her glove compartment,
the family dog in the backseat.
Renee Nicole Good,
Loving, forgiving, and affectionate.
She had a whistle strung around her neck,
They came for her with guns.
Roving gangs of masked Gestapo.
Renee Nicole Good,
A domestic terrorist.
They shot her three times in the face.
She had it coming to her!
This spring of compassion and kindness.
Renee Nicole Good,
exuding Christmas everywhere,
pure love, pure joy, a star-studded night.
A domestic terrorist.
She had it coming to her!
They murdered her with impunity.
Renee Nicole Good.
Somewhere, she probably sees them and forgives.
And yet, they failed to kill her.
They cannot extinguish her.
Her vital principle still grows and spreads.
Her quintessence will not die.
Accepted for Publication: The Opiate Magazine -Spring Issue
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.