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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
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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