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You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath.You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath.When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him.
Why is it that I only feel safe here,
In hospitals, locked away from all my fears?
Why is this my favorite place to retreat?
Why is it only in places like this that I can feel complete?
Orthopedic surgeon fled Vietnam at age fourteen
Old Lady works full-time and rescues children in between
My doctor doesn't know mother died from a complication of this surgery
Healers in tow
with a golden arrow and bow
Perfect and steady,
always at the ready
Their hands are accustomed to removing tumors
Commanding the operating room while obliterating rumors
It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
It was always clean.
The smell of sanitizer suffocating the air.
When I see her, she is constantly smiling in that taunting "I am better than you" way
I wait and wait and wait.
pastel colors brush the sky
as water color memories fall on my cheeks
the sun sets on all things
even dreams
i must wake and realize
i am sick
i am dying
i have to leave
breathe.
Relief (Heartless)
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
He’s a book with boxes
Analytical machine with no off switch
He’s got a checklist
And I'm on it
The Question
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
I came to get help
Not to get hurt
And every time you make a move
Dear Doctor,
Since day 23 of the pain, my body has been new land.
You have colonized me, in every way known to man,
Everytime I see the doctor,
I pretend to be who they want me to,
Or who they think I am.
For I know if I tell them,
They'd invalidate me instead:
"You are female."
"Forget about it."
Firefighters help in many ways
Putting out the fires everyday
To keep us safe throughout the day
Firefighters helps us every day
Doctors help in many ways
Looking at patients every day
<p>I'm no longer in step like a marching band member off his countsI'm no longer in the program like a singer cut from the choirI'm no longer in the loop like a roller coaster off of its tracksI'm no longer with the conventional crowd anymor
It is foreign to me, like entering a class room for the first time. I do not know what to expect and I fear the unknowingness of it all.
The story of a doctor
My downfall
is I can't not help someone
tie my hands,
and I'll break free
cause we gotta fight
for what we love
I’d like to tell you about –
But I can’t.
I shouldn’t go around telling people –
It probably wouldn’t interest you anyway.
I should probably just go, before I accidentally tell you –
As a freshman, awesome meant passing a test without studying.
As a sophomore, awesome meant getting invited to an upperclassmen party.
As a junior, awesome meant getting a promposal with the football captain.
The Doctor runs through time and spaceSometimes alone, sometimes with a friendNow and then he gets a different faceAnd his companions always leave him in the end
My doctor, happens to reside
Opposite the road ten strides.
So conveniently I asked
His service when my lung collapsed
A horrid accident and gruesome
And not as like this awful twosome
What disease has plagued us
causing generous people to become so treacherous?
Is it poverty, obesity, or something with the heart
After making incisions around the scalp and peeling the skin
back, I make a cut at the top of his skull like a trap door, revealing the super computer in his
cranium. Brain tissue, bone, and blood cover my latex gloves.
A doctor is what I’d like to be
Says every kid who has yet to see
The pains, angst, and woes of a pre –med
Long, sleepless nights, days full of dread
I’m all out of change, my books got me tight!
With the skill and precision demanded of my hands
I cut and I probed with practiced dexterity.
A mere two years since I was no longer called “fresh,”
I found the frantic cries of my colleagues stilling my heart.
A job to help people.
A job to teach kindness.
A job to heal the sick.
A job to save lives.
A job as a doctor.
Just one job may change my life.
I can’ t paint with a brush that well,
But I know how to paint with a pen and an ink well.
My words form pictures that pictures themselves couldn’t describe.
Your photograph may be worth 1000 words.
All clear!Count to threeI'll pull, you just push for meAnd she will push and there will be painBut she will push some more in her daughter's nameAnd I'll be there to catch that soft cotton candy pink child
Parents... can give me life,
Teachers... will teach me curriculum,
College Professors... will teach me knowledge,
Medical School Professors... will provide me a mental tool,
I want to make a difference
To promote life
help others go the distance.
With professional experience
My existence
will have significance
It's too bad my Dedication and Sophistication wouldn't cut it ,
they say I need the Education
I say make it so that we can get it
Time passes by
Each hour becomes a year
I spend hours writing to clear my brainNothing makes me feel the sameI'll even do it on the trainOn my way to work, or in the rainUnder an umbrella, or even SpainI like to do it when I'm stressed,
We all know the bright white lights.
Ones of either hope or despair.
Ones you see right before you slip under.
Ones that wake you after.
Children should not be so sick so young.
As human beings we try so hard to keep them safe.
Nothing will stop us from trying to find the cure.
It wasn't a hard desicion
It didn't take much time.
As with most thing,
When I felt it, I just knew.
I want to be a doctor.
No not just any doctor.
Not just run of the mill.
From a trailer park to a nice condo?
How can that be?
From C's and D's to all A's and B's
How can that be?
Cancer.
It's a strong word. Very strong actually.
It's a word that can bring about emotions that are so heavy, even the strongest of people can't hold them.
Shock. Uncertainty. Devestation. Desperatness.
Become a leader, it's your turn to shine
Learn from others
One step at a time.
Take the initiative, and you will be fine.
Study and breathe.
One step at a time.
When Amy forgot her doctor
It was only after the universe had pressed a massive reset
And even that was not enough
To keep away the wonder and joy
Of the person who had touched her life so profoundly
I see the serene water gently drifting by,
As the sun shines bright where I lie,
Peace is around all around where I see,
Yet there is a problem lingering with me,
My heart feels frantic and tries to escape,
Under-weight
In a top heavy competition,
We look to you,
Dear surgeon.
Please.
Fix our awkward bods
Into mirrored perfection
Of a catalog
Model
And say to us finally,
I started mending cuts,
with bandages and peroxide.
Now I am trained to save lives,
watching closely sitting pool side.
The Allied-Eraser grew monstrous,
For stubborn stains, it had direct orders,
To tear pages off the flap,
Customized to rub Nazi land from the map,
Came along Soviet scissors,
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
His dad always told him
“You can do anything
Be anything”
And he believed him
Some days he was a
Dancer
Director
Dentist
Or even a
Dinosaur
But never was he a doctor.
