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Sonnet for Jessie Trice
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My Epistles: Miamians From Georgia’s fields she rose against the tide,
Where laws and systems shaped who lived or fell.
She learned how Southern wounds were left to hide,
And vowed to break the silence they would sell.
In Miami’s streets she built a place for care,
A trailer first—because the state gave none.
She fought the gaps that left Black mothers bare,
And claimed that health was justice yet undone.
She challenged boards where power rarely bent,
Insisting equity was not a plea.
She built new paths where public money went,
And carved out space for community to be.
Her legacy stands firm against neglect—
A testament to justice made correct.
