There is a poem going around commonly attributed to this poet. It is not her poem, but rather a restructuring of and single-line addition to a poem by Althea Davis.
The version of the poem which caught my eye and prompted me to begin this page, leading me to the discovery of this state of affairs, is as follows:
If I am killed for simply living
Let death be kinder than man
And God,
Please let the deer on the highway
get some kind of Heaven.
Something with tall, soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in the porch lights
go someplace with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole.
May the mice in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies.
I pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small.
I've copied this version of the poem over to Althea Davis' page as well, especially since most of the poem is copied directly from her work.
The final line of this poem is the only bit that apparently came from Ancrum, as she wrote on her Twitter account in 2022:
This line was apparently plagiarized by a number of other writers, as she wrote in a tweet dated 2024-04-30:
