The medical gaslighting of a black woman

Is to be pushed to the brink of psychosis And to then be labelled mentally unstable It is to ask for help and be met with the door Then when we worsen they blame us for waiting too long As if we didn't come when the wound was fresh Not when it becomes a scar Our pain silenced But our mortality rates speak volumes We enter a hospital to heal But leave with more trauma The hospital bed burdened with the weight of our tears fallen For us being heard is a concept so foreign The neglect a black woman faces is something too common It's like a haunted house Where every ghost Is a black woman's scream for help Where every jumpscare is our decline in health Their hate outweighs their oath To protect, to help, to heal They'd rather us have a slow painful death Then change their racist mindsets Despite the contributions that black people have given to medical science We are still treated like an issue A pain in the back you can't get rid of Which is quite ironic When those who refuse us Wouldn't be here without us And everything we have sacrificed And the lack of bodily autonomy The violence to our bodies And not one single 'thank you" Just excuses of why they can't help you How our pain is a non issue