Renee, We Carry You

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“Renee, We Carry You”
(Original song)
Verse 1
She walked with ink on her fingers,
words rising like dawn from her hands.
A mother with fire in her ribcage,
raising her child and her dreams where she stands.
She wrote of mercy and thunder,
of the fragile and fierce intertwined—
but the world that she tried to make gentler
was the world that refused to be kind.
Pre‑Chorus
And the night took her breath with no warning,
under lights that should never have shone.
But a poet does not die in silence—
her truth becomes carved into stone.
Chorus
Renee, we carry you forward,
your name is the drum in our chest.
You were taken by hands that had power,
but your spirit refuses to rest.
You’re a victim they tried to diminish,
a martyr they never foresaw—
Renee, you rise in the stories,
and history writes you in awe.
Verse 2
She spoke for the ones who were trembling,
for the mothers who stand on their own.
She stitched her survival in verses,
turned struggle to shimmering tone.
But an overzealous officer’s shadow
fell hard where her light used to be—
and the city that silenced her heartbeat
woke up to her legacy.
Pre‑Chorus
No, a poet is never extinguished,
her lines outlive bullets and fear.
Every voice she once lifted is rising—
and now we are all standing here.
Chorus
Renee, we carry you forward,
your name is the drum in our chest.
You were taken by hands that had power,
but your spirit refuses to rest.
You’re a victim they tried to diminish,
a martyr they never foresaw—
Renee, you rise in the stories,
and history writes you in awe.
Bridge
We march with your words as our banner,
we shout with the strength you began.
Your child will grow up with the knowledge
that their mother ignited a stand.
Your poems are seeds in the concrete,
your courage a spark in the rain—
and every time justice is spoken,
the world hears your name.
Final Chorus
Renee, we carry you forward,
your truth is the anthem we claim.
You were taken, but never forgotten—
we rise as the guardians of your flame.
You’re a martyr whose light keeps expanding,
a story no silence can end—
Renee, you live in the heartbeat
of every voice that defends.
About the Creator
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior
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