I work at your local grocery store pharmacy. It's in an area that some would call "urban".
Food stamps.
Care-Source
Predominately Black.
In the midst of it all, there I am. A super senior, a Black woman, a person wishing I could do more.
The judging eyes that greet me when I ask, "Hello. Picking up or dropping off?" always break my heart.
I am not against you when I tell you your medication will cost "$10.79 because Caresource doesn't cover them"
Despite your best efforts, your screaming, does not move me because we both know I don't control drug formularies nor does the cost decrease.
I'm that Black girl you want to hate
I lived in the 'burbs
I attend a great university
My future looks promising
I don't claim to know your life story
but the struggle in your eyes
I know all too well
because it is on my shoulders
There is something at work here
that is bigger than the both of us
I do this for me
I do this for you
I want to be your local grocery pharmacist
A Black Woman
I don't claim to know your life story
but the struggle in your eyes
I know all too well
because it is on my shoulders
I do this for my culture
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