If I was a surgeon
would the brown skin covering my womanly curves and grin
make your subconscious mistrust
me and deem my words as unjust
because I’m recommending something you think is weird?
If I had a penis and a beard
would my advice regarding difficult family dynamics be revered
instead of smeared?
If I was a God-fearing Christian
would my aim at following the Hippocratic oath be seen with suspicion?
If my evidence based, well intentioned medical recommendations fit your comfort level
would you still think I’m some renegade medical daredevil?
If I let you keep putting me and my proven medical guidance down
do you think I should stick around
simply because as a physician I shouldn’t ever feel knocked down?
Deny if you must but the truth is
this brown woman psychiatrist who provides unpopular but medically proven therapeutic assists
is sometimes dissed and dismissed
because my care goes beyond simply being content with what the family wants
and tries to give more than a bandaid fix like a false front.
And tries to tackle the hard stuff
but my efforts are sometimes met with rebuff.
Because let’s face it, family psychological issues resulting in a youth scapegoat aren’t prioritized
as highly as topics discussed by surgeons or other medical allies.
At the end of the day, to some people, I’m nothing more than a brown woman
who couldn’t possibly have a worthy plan like a man.