Lost in a world of torment,
when will it ever end?
Suffering in silence,
I try to internally mend,
through the continual dismissive acts and derogatory comments,
what was the aim of this game?
Why was I made to feel ashamed?
At this time I did not have a clue,
what lay ahead as only God knew,
fighting Covid was another battle,
fighting for life,
for my family - to see another day,
although I recovered the aches and pains would not go away,
why am I not being believed?
Is it my race or my colour?
what God did next was made me discover -
Equality for black nurses!
Helped keep me sane
through the sleepless nights and days of despair
with Neomi at my side- she helped me repair!
Listening to other's stories,
I know I am not alone- lets unite together
our days of suffering will soon be gone
lets thank God our paths have crossed
making a difference to our future- to ensure the unjust stories are not ignored and lost.
A poem written by Leena Modha
on behalf of Equality4BlackNurses