Long Medical school Poems
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Written by: Rodgers Ja Brown
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion I ain't mad at y'all
Jealous and envy shall follow you
You stuck on my name tryna f*ck with it
But I'm a big number you ain't in my league
I know you f*ck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your business team think it's lootlove
Cashtime with my team I'm a big Fish
Money is a big thing I'm focused on
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing niggas get touched
And it's Super unlocked
I don't give a f*ck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all workmates crossing my network guap
Big dreams since I was a little boy
I'm stressed, went to the medical school and dropped out
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a f*ck but I ain't got a f*ck left
I'm blessed
Tried to be civil until I saw your Instagram page
But I was out on leave paving a road for bigger things
See when it rains it pours. I think we all need change
I show real love and respect to the real ones!
Carol decided to be a doctor
but medical school was a bore
her family thought she should be a writer
she laughed at their enthusiasm
next she tried law school
her LSAT scores were high
she was surrounded by children of lawyers
and grandchildren of lawyers
I have nothing in common with them, she lamented
they speak a language I do not know
she decided to train to be a wedding planner
Her town has 145 residents; there were no weddings
her parents cautioned her to choose her next step wisely
We are not paying for any more college they told her
Sixteen colleges later, she has no degree
But she has put off working for twenty-two years
I think she is wiser than most of us
She felt hollow, numb, used up.
The life she thought she had
Was ripped away in what felt like seconds.
Since he came home and finally told her the truth.
The truth was a long time coming.
She had not suspected, being concerned with grieving.
They had lost their three-year-old son to cancer last
Year; a battle they knew they were losing. A battle that
Took every ounce of her strength. They were lucky they
Had other children, or she would not have been able to
Survive that blow.
She had recently congratulated her husband’s receptionist
Who was sporting a knock-out diamond ring. Never dreaming
It was from her husband, who wrote a check without a backward
Glance, out of their joint account.
The woman did not have sense enough to be embarrassed, but she
Did want her man to straighten his wife out. The wife who had
Put the man through medical school, working two jobs. The wife
Who thought she had given him everything she had, but realized
After her son’s death that she had more, she just did not know it before.
She was hollow, numb, nothing left, after her husband straightened
Her out. He had taken her soul, leaving her a hollow shell of herself.
Golden days
Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
little joys lived to most, recalls the mind,
Aiming sky high and free as birds,
Cherished life, simple were our words,
Childhood friend at primary school,
Waited daily for me but I was such a fool,
One reserved seat for me always next to him,
Ignored the passion till it flowed to brim,
Teased others as together we grew,
Till medical school, left were only few,
Hostel life was more of a fun,
Witty siblings added to real time pun,
Affection of parents in family of five,
Pretty house, floral garden, fruits and beehive,
Bright sunrise to twilight of sunset,
No hues were missing in my palette,
Delicacies that my mom cooked,
Anyone who ate got really hooked,
Carom, cards and chess that my dad laid,
Losers tried till years and decades,
Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
Little joys now unseen, have I turned blind ?
Written April 2nd, 2015
For contest "Golden days" by rob carmack
Awarded 9th place
It is in the air
Maybe the chair
Giving everyone a health care scare
And that is not fair
Added to having the homework done
And recess fun
Wearing a mask
Is the law abiding marketed task
Saying this will solve the problem
Scripted “We got them”
Ending the virus infection
As a prescription protection
Face covering does have an angry sight
Uncomfortable and tight
Frightful with might
Trying to breathe
Taking away human expressions to see
Trust needs to come on board
To win the invisible contagious war
By showing the door
Defeating controlling factors looking for a power play score
This is a choice
Made behind the godly surgical hidden voice
“I see your man date
And raise you ‘after Election Day get things straight’”
This is a concern
Distractions in the environment where students learn
Both book smarts
And social starts
Memorizing everything by heart
In order to be ready in playing a part
In this debatable plot
Dumped on those wanting a shot
Know the setting
Before betting
Taking the mask off
And getting a life threatening cough
From the smoke
That the Marlboro cowboy stoked
And the entertainers puffed while telling a joke
Sipping on something added to their coca coke
Wearing a mask is not a way to conform
Instead it’s a peaceful way during a storm
To call the house
Squeaky as a mouse
“I hope you have a better hand
In this political party stand
Or a new generation will win the pot voting ‘you are canned’”
I graduated with honors at medical school,
And wished to settle in my own tradition
No frivolous girl deserved to be my wife, life’s cruel,
I wanted the best that was my ambition.
It was always a desire that my love will be unending,
So that when I give my heart it will be completely
A character that despite all, ‘twill be so befriending
A pleasing lass that can only show her love so sweetly.
In this restless world marred by heretic modernism
True love that I always wanted, is oft ended before it began
No one of those I met cares about reciprocal altruism
Life on the campus took the semblance of a game plan.
So when I’ll finally meet my true and only love
It must, like it or not, be something enduring for ever.
I have to find an endearing cooing caring dove
A lasting marriage success will be our endeavor.
I met her on a small hill where she fell upon the moss,
Together we hobbled to an inn where care was tended.
It was love at first sight and my proposal I put across,
We talked and ideas exchanged, all was truly splendid.
Thus I decided that she was to be my dearest wife,
Had she but refused, would have been the end of my life.
It’s May 18th, 2022. I’m poised, alone, heart pounding, in front of my laptop, waiting for courage, my finger hovering over the return key, like a child hoping the timing of my keystroke will bring me luck.
I took this summer off - which drove my mom absolutely CrAzY. “You CAN’T!” she’d said last month, only to be overruled by my Grandmère. Now I’m home for summer break and tonight she’s flush with exasperation.
“You should have applied for a dean’s fellowship,” she said, her voice rising as she rubs her hands together, as if scrubbing for an operating room procedure, “and a summer research position!” She’s practically twirling with suppressed emotion.
I get why she’s upset. She only goes “deep end” when she's worried about my future. She knows what’s needed to get a medical school slot in 2025 like other moms know their favorite recipe - after all, she’s done this twice before.
Leong’s upstairs, avoiding this family scene. When I described my family expectations as “hustle culture,” to my roommates, they all understood - we’re that much alike.
Step (my stepfather) is trying to de-escalate and calm us (her) down. “Look,” he says, holding up his hands like someone talking down a gunman, “NEXT summer she’ll buckle down, get in more volunteer hours and get a dean’s research fellowship” he says, sliding his eyes to me. I nod “ok” almost imperceptibly. “It’s ok to start grinding sophomore year - that’s what I did.”
OOOO! She turned to him and if looks could kill, he would have exploded like someone in a Tarantino movie.
By some psychic grace my Grandmère chose that moment to call. Step and I fled the den like it were on fire, going our separate ways to halve the chance of being followed.
In my dark room, lit only by the light of my MacBook, a quiver runs through me, and I finally press return. My grades for Spring semester - and Freshman year come up. My eyes water and I relax back against my chair when I see “Dean's List.”
I smile to myself, and slowly, fiercely I clench my fist with a “YESS!" As I postulate my victorious reprieve.