The white walls surround us

The chairs confine us

But the complexion of their skin, define me

Another female teacher

Takes her place on the podium

And again I am reminded that

I am not one of them

When I recite the things I hear

I'm always told

"You think of things differently"

I remind myself over,

Institutionalized descrimination is behind us.

When I first told my parents,

They paused as If I was joking

My father laughed, 

and My mother questioned.

But I,

I stood resolute in my decision

I would succed down this path

Because I had a desire, 

of Intrinisic Maternalism.

That I would be a Male Nurse

In a sea and society,

That hasn't yet found understanding.