Sterilization in the Hope to Prune Weeds, A Poem

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Does it ever feel uncomfortable?
The sad history that hides
In front of our faces, if we only look
But hidden between the lines
Conveniently swept, beneath the carpet
And we wear our heritage with pride
But who wears the sin of these deeds
For is there no shame?
Our country was the first to argue
For improving genetic quality
Fortunately the program
Was shut down eventually
But after how many
Successful attempts
And who was the target?
The intellectually disabled
The mentally ill
Those deaf, blind,
Or deformed
Is it not bad enough,
To suffer once –
But again and again?
For who chose their shell?
Neither you nor I
And many states,
Yes – many
Sterilized women of
Ethnic minorities –
African American
Native American
Sterilized
For the color of their skin
Without their knowledge
And against their will
In hospitals that claimed
To help them
And in the 1960’s
60% of African American women
Living in Sunflower County, Mississippi
Were stripped of the ability to bear a child
It mattered not, whether married or single
And how many people looked away?
How many people would today?
And sadly enough,
Discussions have yet to begin
Regarding compensation.
And the more I learn
About my history,
The more I am
Ashamed.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: successful

Beautiful photograph courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

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