8 surgeons
8 surgeons Told me the same thing in 1 month

In sea-foam scrubs With big hands And multicolored eyes And sure firm movements They strode And sewed And sawed With Surety
You cannot be a surgeon They said You are a woman You will have children instead
I was a med student And it was my first hospital rotation In a small hospital With the best surgeons I have ever seen So talented and Gentle And knowledgeable The kind of medicine that is becoming everso rare Clinical care, bedside medicine Canadian and cultured Curative
I didn’t mean to listen I thought they were just mistaken about me It was a small town, and they had been Without women for a long time But maybe I was mistaken As I fell in love with surgery, Mentorship, It carved me up And maybe took out a part or two Selectively
But I do not want children I said Don’t worry they reassured me The hormones will get you
8 surgeons Who showed me what I will Never be
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