Her hair was thinning

The flame that you could always see in her was flickering

When people looked at her

All they thought was

 “Poor Girl”

But that’s not how she wanted to be remembered

That’s not the image she wanted people to see

When we think of her now as we make posts,

“Poor Girl”

She was anything but

People do anything to normalize,

“People die”

But her face is engraved in our memory

The pity of her public school was minimal

They donated to a hospital she didn’t go to

Taped her name to it

“Poor Girl”

She was bold and funny

“That One Girl”

She has a name

It deserves to be spoken

“Kennedy”