Whenever and ever you listened to me,
I told you what hurts and what’s not.
I gave you examples and showed you my pain.
I opened my chest and showed you within.
I knew it’s not much, and I knew it’s a lot —
I repeated the same with others with nothing to gain.
I gave you my scans, my blood, and my notes,
The diaries of medication and resurrections.
But the gender bias was there, and you went to pursue
My psyche, the bleeding days and their ghosts,
To prescribe something harmful without corrections.
I lost my dignity screaming, but
My body — the first and the last one — is not for you,
Doctor asshole.
Doc A
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