01/09/2026
I wrote this poem because saying her name matters. Renee Nicole Good was a living person, not a policy outcome or a statistic.
And, I refuse the language that makes her death feel distant or inevitable.
This piece comes from anger, grief, and the belief that silence is not neutral.
Silence participates.
This poem is meant to unsettle.
Comfort has allowed too much harm to go unchallenged, and I want my readers to feel the weight of what happens when systems value order over life.
This is not a call for violence, but a demand for conscience.
This piece is an insistence that no border, badge, or bureaucracy is more sacred than a human being.
I offer this poem as witness, as warning, and as a plea to choose humanity while that choice still exists.
Say her name before it is folded into statistics,before the news cycle sharpens its teeth and moves on.Renee Nicole Good was alive,in a body that deserved to keep breathing.America failed to protect that simple truth.ICE moves like a winter that never learned mercy.Cold policies.Cold hands.Cold dist...
