A Black man’s self-worth in medicine
Do you remember what you dreamed of becoming as an adult? I do, and I recall my father telling me I could be anything I wanted to be. My dreams were shattered as soon as I stepped into a prison and I am still trying to pick up the pieces of my self-worth.
“Wait, you’re a doctor?” “Nah, man he ain’t a doctor; he looks too much like us.” I am …
