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Women's Health Research Poem

  • Writer: Billion Shines
    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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