Written by C Hues
December 13, 2023
In this lovely place, There’s a hierarchy here. Keep a phony face. At the party, people part— Gentrified from the start. You answer phones and they blame you. “Why can’t I speak to the nurse?” Then colleagues try to frame you— Picture your day getting worse. Oh, but it surely will. They think they wear the crown. Some sick patients make you ill. Lose your patience and your will. They treat you bad if you’re black and brown And nobody is healed (no body is healed). You become bitter, broken too. And you lose sight of you. Just remember why you started here. But memory can’t hold. At the party, people part— Gentrified from the start. Keep a phony face. There’s a hierarchy here, In this lovely place.