I did not know her
my friends they mourn her
I too mourn her
but I did not know her

They said I walked by her on sidewalks
even talked to her perhaps
but I did not see her
and I did not hear her

Supposedly she lived where I lived
and also not
Watched the same movies,
sipped the same coffee shops but
I was living

And she was living apart.

I tried to mourn her on a Wednesday
but had no words to eulogize
I tried to fear what comes again
but had no recollection of that time

I did not know her
and I do not know her still
but I mourn the thing I thought she was
and mourn the thing she is.

Women’s March, Washington D.C. Photo: Robiny Jamerson