marsha p. johnson
Artwork and Poem
by Hana Fewster
wore flowers in her hair
did not go to San Francisco
had a thing about cop car windshields
spry
clambered up Christopher St. lamppost
with a bag of bricks at Stonewall
in a dress
photographed by Warhol
frequently homeless, institutionalized, addicted
found in the river under suspicious circumstances
an artist. her medium; life itself
like rimbaud
For more on Marsha P. Johnson’s life and activism, see article in Washington Post