Dear Friends,

Dear Friends,


I’m a Registered Professional Nurse passionate about men’s health. Why do you ask? I loss my loving Grandfather to heart disease, my awesome Father to pancreas cancer, and the greatest big brother in the world to liver cancer. I wish that I could stop there, but the list goes on and on, including homicide, depression, drug abuse, hypertension and diabetes, diseases that have taken the lives of men that I loved. I have witnessed firsthand the needless physical and mental death of too many black men.

I wrote this plea in poem format to garner the attention of those that may toss away another boring article addressing black men health issues. I invite you to listen to this plea from my stethoscope. Hear this, my brothers are dying;

My Brothers are Dying

(a nurse’s pleas to black men)

My Brothers are Dying

Why, texture of his hair limits access to care, generations no education, lack of means,hate, or is it what he ate

My Brothers are crying, tears you will never see, this land of milk and honey and all you can eat, why is his sugar, not sweet

My Brothers are sighing, bad blood in Tuskegee, healed, he’ll never be, hot meal and ride, 35 dollars paid the day he died

My Brothers are eyeing smokes that make him choke, sight to glaucoma left him blind and broke

My Brothers are buying feels, wheels, deals, little blue pills to medicate his hurt

My Brothers are prying, glass ceiling no breaks, can’t let another brother lose his shirt

My Brothers are frying, incarceration in this mighty nation, voting is not in harmony with his felonies

My Brothers are lying, blues, balding, manopause, anxiety, erectile dysfunction, not He

My Brothers are flying LDL, BUN, PSA, AST, off the chart Hemoglobin S and HA1C, elevated antibodies, dam, he got HIV

My Brothers are high in diseases of the Heart, Prostate Cancer, Homicide, get smart, stroking a hearse won’t remove this curse

My Brothers are trying but the pressures up, his silent killer won’t ever be a thriller.

My Brothers are dying, can you care, whisper a prayer, before he lose his or share

My Brothers are Dying

Theresa Lou Bowick BSN, RN