Consent.
Break it and your punished
Usually,
That's how the story goes
That's the way it's supposed to go
The hippocratic oath.
Ethics. Principles. Confidentiality.
A promise. A vow. A pledge
Beyond race
Beyond gender
Beyond sexuality
An oath against inequality
That's how it is to be taken
That how its supposed to be took
But what if?
What if those blinded by power decide to change the rules?
To abuse their privilege with different tools
An excuse used - for the greater good?
Or naybe it's just a clinical way to own black people
Henrietta Lacks.
A woman. A human. A black person.
Hidden by a history of white erasure
The story of her life hidden in invisible ink
They didn't see her as anything other than a toy to play with
As a body to experiment with
It wasn't that she was silenced
It was more that she went unheard
Her voice was a ghost they ignored
At her most vulnerable they stole Something that was hers
Something she had the right to preserve
Her cells
Stolen from the place they called home
Observed
By doctors
Who only saw her as a catalyst for research
Super Hero Heart Henrietta Heaven’s Helpful Hand
Blew in swiftly, barely touching her feet on corn or land
We watched her flit here, there, under, over, around and through.
She got little accomplished but certainly entertained me and you.
Henrietta is an inflexible being
her ideas are unbending and sacred
to say she is stubborn
is like calling the White House a hut
or a cobra a worm
My daddy called her pig-headed
it pleased her, she liked it
she has never married
no one has tried to knock her door down
or pick her up and take her to a cave
She has never changed one single idea
they were her parents ideas
so they are good enough for her
and somehow please her cats too
Helter skelter Henrietta hen had a lot to say
Wiggling her tail feathers at me today
I knew now that the bozo loved to play
She did a happy dance and a slide sashay
Be comfortable in your feathers she said to me
Now she was jiving on the limb of a tree
I will do my best, I replied as I watched her spree
She did the happy dance and a spin just for me
7/31/39 - 1/28/14
Though I'm saddened by her untimely
passing ,
I won't question God or continue asking ,
Why he chose the time why he chose that
day,
To again remind us that we should pray...
Not because it's the only chance
To remember mom in a lasting glance,
As eleven children hold hand in hand,
Until heaven gives us the strength to
stand...
She taught us what every mother should,
So my sisters and all my brothers could,
Take this moment not as it was her last ,
But so we own it as it begins to pass...
To the many cries heard beyond the pews
Would you dry your eyes and begin anew,
Cause it's her life she wants us to
Celebrate
That only death can somehow
commemorate. ...
As we give her back to the place we came,
Please remember more than her face and
name,
She's my everything and she will always
be,
The best of anything that you will see in
me...
Terry
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