Renee Nichole Good, 37, was killed a few days ago by a federal police officer. She was actually killed twice, once when the officer shot her, and almost immediately afterwards, when federal officials and their media slaves all over the country accused her on command of being a murderous terrorist influenced by Democrats and liberals. This is where hate lives, this is where hate goes.

Her award-winning poem about studying biology is reprinted below.

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“On Learning To Dissect Fetal Pigs,” by Renee Nicole Good

On Learning To Dissect Fetal Pigs, By Renee Nicole Good

I want my rocking chairs,

solipsist sunets,

&coastal jungle sounds that are tercets

from cicadas and pentameter from the hairy legs

of cockroaches.

i’ve donated bibles to thrift stores

(mashed them in plastic trash bags with an

acidic himalayan salt lamp —

the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from

street corners from the meaty hands of zealots,

the dumbed-down, easy-to-read

parasitic kind):

remember more the slick rubber smell of high

gloss biology textbook pictures; they

burned the hairs inside my nostrils,

& salt & ink that rubbed off on my palms

under cippings of the moon at two forty-five

AM I study&repeat

ribosome

endplasmic

stamen

at the IHOP on the corner of powers and stateson hills_

i repeaed & scrubbed until it picked its way & stagnated

somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe my gut.

maybe there is in between my pancreas & large

intestine is the piddly brook of my soul.

it’s the ruler by which I reduce all things now;

hard-edged & splintering from knowledge

that used to sit a cloth against a fevered forehead.

can I let them both be? this fickle faith and this

college science that heckles from the back of

the classroom.

now I can’t believe_

that the bibled and qur’an and bhagavad gita

are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths –

“make room for wonder” _

all my understanding dribbles down my chin

onto the chest & is summarized as:

life is merely to over and sperm

and where those two meet

and how and well

and what dies there.

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Winner, 2020 Academy Of Poets