As we approach the start of YASI ’18 we hope you’ll join us in looking back at some of last summer’s exciting activities, including an impressive spoken word piece by Ricky Strahan (YASI ’17). This amazing poem was performed at YASI’s youth summit entitled Brooklyn’s Health: An Unseen Priority on August 9, 2017. Enjoy the poem below and be sure to check out Rickey’s performance on our youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjtnBi7wGq-rwWJuIi8tbIw/videos?view_as=subscriber
I am a doctor,
Here to talk about my patient,
A patient named Brooklyn . . .
See Brooklyn . . . Is a Spanish African American refugee . . .
Not much different than people I normally see . . .
Only difference is . . . She came up to me . . .
To escape the mentality
Of living ok in a sick society
She isn’t in the best situation . . .
Doesn’t have the best associations . . .
Luckily she had a realization . . .
And joined the fight to end the stigma and association . . .with her health . . .
And discover her self wealth
Just before it was too late . . .
She threw away that dirty plate . . .
Before her family ate . . .
Now . . . She lives in an apartment . . .
With many like her living there . . .
I wish she would move . . .
I mean . . . I swear . . .
How does she manage to bare . . . the polluted air . . .
The children . . . Lucky to live in “care”. . .
Not a single thing they wear is without a tear . . .
Raise them with good morals what is there to share?
3 meals a day is seen as rare . . .
The apartment . . . it just goes unseen . . .
I mean . . .
How is it possible no one seems
To see the crushed dreams of the tenants in their sewn seams . . .
They don’t bathe with soap but just homemade creams . . .
Living on food stamps . . .
I mean .. ok excuse my rant . . . I just can’t . . .
. . .
Me, being a doctor, I’ve worked in many places . . .
Seen many faces
Of different races
Gotten used to dirty spaces
But this isn’t one of the cases . . .
Where that’s acceptable
this local hospital . . . it’s just unkempt . . . Never swept . . .
In much debt
You don’t want to imagine.. Lucky for me I had supplies . . .
The look in typical patients eyes . . .
The unanswered cries . . .
The doctor’s constant lies . . .“everything’s going to be fine”
You untrained swine!! Name a time . . . everything was fine . . .This hospital is a crime!
I’m sorry I’m focusing on myself and my issues . . .
Back to Brooklyn
Now earlier today I was just talking with brooklyn . . .
If only y’all knew . . .
No wait you don’t have a clue
Let me enlighten you . . .
She took this up once
With the local council . . . hoping, thinking they’d take her side
It might not seem so . . .
But she was deprived . . .
It’s as though they think this is typical . . .
And that makes it ok . . .
If this was their typical life they’d feel the same way . . .
Going through everyday . . .
Hoping , praying food comes your way . . .
I dare say . . .
They might as well put that prayer on replay . . .
Yes some of us do drugs. . .
But for those who don’t . . .
We just gonna skip over them . . .
Cause they’re in the same race . . .
Can you say that to my face . . .?
That every minority is at the same pace?
In the same space . . .? Just at a different place?!!
That is not the case . . .
Let’s help Brooklyn . . .
She isn’t alone . . .
Let’s help her. . .
And heal our home . . .