Black Girls Sing of Freedom

“Black Girls Sing of Freedom” a poem

"I'd tell her it's OK to be loud...it's OK to challenge and to bring all of you into these spaces where no one looks like you..."

This began a list of things this Black OB-GYN resident said she would tell a childhood version of herself. During our session, she had relayed multiple stories of challenges she faced as a Black physician, as well as stories of the experiences of her Black female peers and colleagues.

These experiences, which she described as highly impactful and demoralizing, demonstrated how Black women interact within a system they aspire to be part of that "knocks them down at every turn."

Often this knocking down came about through interactions with White healthcare team members. She related how they would often question the expertise of her and other Black physicians--even veteran physicians with many years of experience--in ways that they did not treat physicians of other races. Yet often it was her who was reprimanded for speaking out about this treatment. "How am I supposed to show up to work as my best self when I have to worry about their hurt feelings instead of the health and safety of my patient?"

Reflecting on her medical school application essay, she recalled that initially she wanted to practice medicine in a specialty directly working with children. During medical school, however, she realized that the best way for her to help children is to save their mothers. When I asked her what her own childhood self would think of her now, she replied, "I think she'd be proud of me."

Listener Poet Yvette Perry

Health4Equity OB/GYN Residents Project

April 2023

 

Black Girls Sing of Freedom

 

Texas-Bama girls, 

Negro nose with J-5 nostrils: 

It’s alright 

G’on and be too loud 

too Black and too proud 

It’s alright 

to have “tone” 

and a stance all your own 

It’s alright 

Speak unapologetically 

whenever you have need to be 

It’s alright 

to keep on going through 

for all of those who need you to 

It’s alright 

Fill up with your faces 

those small, frigid spaces 

It’s alright 

to still be scared 

though you know you’ve prepared

It’s alright 

Deflect their white tears, 

their ridiculous fears 

It’s alright 

to weep your own cries 

drowning out all their lies 

Black girls, sing 

(and keep it Trill) 

of future unreached 

but fought for still 

Your voices roar 

from every hill 

Black girls, 

sing of freedom