The work of emotion

The work of emotion


Henrietta stared through the train window,

For the first time, heading toward a new life.

Biopsy results; cervical cancer.

He called,

And it was malignant.

Henrietta didn’t tell anyone,

And no one asked.

Simply went on with her day.

No sense upsetting anyone,

Over something she could deal with herself.

She climbed from the Buick,

Outside Hopkins again.

“Ain’t nothin serious wrong,”

“Doctor’s gonna fix me right up.”

There is an answer for when you pray

For each and everyday. (Senior culler residents)



–Found poem by Ally Kane, excerpted from The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot, pp. 26, & 31 and HPU LifeLines Poetry Workshop participants from Senior Culler Center, High Point, NC, March 28, 2014.


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