Women's Health Research Poem
- Billion Shines

- May 3, 2025
- 2 min read
Author: Vedika Luthra
Pleading and crying from the depths of her heart
that lay in her infected chest
As a baby suckles on her tired breast
Her belly aches from sunrise to sunup
She tries her best
But she just can’t get up
She’ll bleed day and night
So he knows they can have another
And the next generation can have a fellow brother
She may survive to live the day, die of old age
Or never make it past the child’s first hour of age
Her death, of course, could be prevented
If some technique were invented
If more knowledge was known
More money invested
She would see the first candles blow
If only they tried
To listen to thoughts, that I dare say come from her clever mind
Not from her hormones that come from inside
Her uterus, which carries the gold
For the next generation, come out bold
if no one listens
Can a new future even be visioned
And if one knew the value of that gold
Her eyes would glisten
How long must she deal with being brushed aside
Women have worked for most of historical time
But despite the freedom
It has never been sublime
She carries a burden, as heavy as a brick
Up her sleeve, she’ll carry a trick
To get through the day
She mustn’t tell
Even the doctor who knows her well
He’ll sell her a cure that never works
But only makes her condition worse
If only he knew what to do
What pain would she have to go through
She’ll have to carry the pain through her life
Going through the motions with strife
Her pains are growing strong
With no doctor to tell her what wrong
He’ll cry hysteria or blame it on sin
But will never throw his excuses in a bin
Others will spread the false truths in the wind
Or blame it on her feeble mind
To hide the fact that they don’t know where to begin
If only the scholars, the doctors knew what to do
And I’m sure some would like to
If only some subsidy were invested in finding the truth
There would be ailments to cure a mother’s silent pain
But if time goes on
With nothing done
There will be no gain




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