In my white coat,
I ask for forgiveness.
Forgive me,
to the weary homeless man
walking into our student-run clinic;
I’ve tinkered on,
my hands fumbling to find
your heartbeat —
my inept care
showing.
Forgive me,
that you are the practice model;
and your only access to care,
furthers my own education.
Forgive me,
to the ones that medicine has harmed,
that our hospitals are built on —
Black and brown bodies,
unpictured
in our medical textbooks.
Forgive me,
for the grave robbers
who used your bodies
for medical research;
for capitalism
that has demarcated your land,
into food deserts,
and polluted air quality,
and no green spaces.
Forgive me that your lungs are broken,
and your heart is weak.
Forgive me for the violence you have suffered.
I try my best —
I try to do better,
the weight of history,
staining the white coat
that we all wear —
Proudly.
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