When you look at their white coats / Do you see what I see? / Do you see future doctors / Who are struggling to be
It is a muggy Tuesday evening. Because it is Florida and it is summer, the impending storm promises no relief from the sticky heaviness that infuses the air. A line winds through the parking lot of a nondescript building. Children play under tents that offer paltry shade to their exhausted parents as they give their names to the students manning the reception table.
The University of Central Florida College of Medicine is located 20 miles from PULSE nightclub in Orlando, FL. This poem is dedicated to the victims, survivors and their families and to this beautiful community that will forever be #OrlandoStrong.
Speak with authority / Let the words / Last vestiges of dead languages / Rife with history / Flow smooth as butter from your tongue
In class they ask me / What is love? / To prompt a philosophical discussion.
I do not want to do this to you / My heart wrenches / For the pain we inflict