“GIVE ME A LIFE” by Mohamed Nohassi via Unsplash

You saw me when I was formless

And messy

Chipped and unrefined by your chisel

I thought then in naïveté

That I was made of stone

From which water flows

Down obsidian mounds

Between which a stiff smile strains

Can I fit

In

Where there is seemingly no place

No seat

No name plate branded by those with the pretense of ownership

A fog to which my eyes adjust

Into crystallization that I too can write myself into history

Rooted in another heritage centuries before

Feet unchained

My posturing evolves into stature

And I dare not ask

But rather say

And reclaim

My place

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Nzuekoh Nchinda, MD

Nzuekoh Nchinda, MD

Harvard ’14, UChicago Med ‘20, and UWashington general surgery resident who is passionate about health equity, QI/outcomes research, and ethics.