The New Nurse and The Old Game

The New Nurse and The Old Game

 

 

 

Doctor Doctor

Please come quick

one of your nurses is

 making me sick

Just look at me,

 don’t I look thin?

Maybe it’s because of

 the color of my skin

I don’t want to die

 that’s why I came here

It was the outside

 I thought I had to fear

She barely even speaks

 or care to look at me

Just tell me what I’ve done

 just what could it be

There’s not a sign of respect

  though let me refer to my age

Days of yesteryear I reflect

 Somebody forgot to turn the page

Why is this so

 Have the times not changed?

Below my pillow my face will go

 as I will be called demented and deranged

I hear she went to school

 to learn how to make me feel better

I guess somebody was made the fool

  And gave me the scarlet letter

Doctor Doctor

 can’t you see

I really think she has it out for me

I know I heard her talking

 Proud

Then again, maybe it was just

 Loud

About how life would be so

 nice

The closer it was to the color

of rice

She’s afraid to touch my hair

 Says I should do it myself

Not a hint or sign of care

 as I have to get my brush from

 the high shelf

Should I slip or fall

 on my back or on my face

If she could send me back

 I might be treated with grace

Why oh Why

 I cry to the sky

Lying so often in waste

 Festering with lye

I long ago thought of the tales

 I would tell

Surrounded by little ones

Instead of the book smart from Hell

Now when I close my eyes

 I try and force dreams of love

Feeling my body drift and rise

 And looking down below from above

Doctor Doctor

 Why are you here?

Is there anyone for whom you’ve

 shared a tear?

Are you aware

 Or do you care

Memories you can share

 Shed the evil, if you dare

Treat me

 like I’m a human being

Treat me

 Like I am worth seeing

Doctor Doctor

 Tell me true

Why does my nurse make me feel Black

  And make me so blue?