The Letter U

I saw a post today where someone was talking about how their memories of RBG were stolen and replaced by fear, by those who would destroy our country. I found it a poetic post, but my partner’s response was, “But they want us afraid.” So I began thinking about it, and I realized that after my fear, like someone grieving, my feelings shifted to anger and motion. 


And so I did what I always do, I wrote…a poem this time. May your memories be a resistance, RBG.


 


The Letter U

by Raven Oak, 9/...