Henrietta and Henry
I am a cliche
I’ve read the story of Henrietta lacks.
I’ve delved into the disparities of our people.
I was inspired to fight that injustice.
I strived to be come a doctor but, not just any doctor.
One that will deliver radiation with respect and dignity.
One who will guide our people through the journey of cancer.
I will protect what’s most precious to us, our black women.
As I was not prepared to protect what was most precious to me.
A black woman.
I am a legend like Henry.
Made to stand as tall as his tale.
Despite the disbelief, I swing my hammer against oppression.
I fight the machine of systemic doubt.
Obstacles are the pins which I will drive down with my hammer.
I build railways, the connections and foundations of this country.
I will communicate the true history, and shed light on the mighty, the fallen, and the resilient.
I am the manifestation of struggle mixed with the idealism of fables.
I am helplessness, I am hope, and I am honored.
I am Henrietta and Henry
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