As a woman you’ll learn fast
You’ll learn that no amount of crying will work
No amount of visits will convince them
You’ll learn that they don’t know
They’re just too scared to say it
When you visit for the first time
You’ll complain about pain
“Do you take Advil?” one asks
“Do you drink water” Another one asks
“Are you pregnant?” Is what they’ll all ask
The questions remain the same
You’ll learn the order of what they ask
You’ll learn not to expect much
“This is normal” Is what you’ll hear
“You’re just young” Is something they all say
“Welcome to being a woman” They’ll all say
You’ll learn to accept these answers
You’ll learn to give up trying
Waking up in pain
You’ll rush to the hospital
“Something’s wrong”
You’ll cry and cry
Begging them to listen
You’ll learn they won’t
You’ll learn they don’t care
Into the room you go
“Do you take Advil?” one asks
“Do you drink water?” Another one asks
“Are you pregnant?” Is what they’ll all ask
You’ll cry into the pillow
You’ll beg for pills
You’ll beg for tests
They won’t listen
Make them test you
Make them listen
Make them do something
Check your vitals
Check your sheets
They’ll tell you it’s normal
“Any chance you’re pregnant?” The fourth doctor asks
That’ll break the last bit of sanity you have
The last bit of hope that they’ll help
The last bit of will
When you’re weak and can’t move
When you’re broken and can’t cry
That’s when they’ll test
And tell you
“It’s too late, you’re going to die”
As a woman you’ll learn fast
You’ll learn that no amount of crying will work
No amount of visits will convince them
You’ll learn that they don’t know
They’re just too scared to say it
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