SELECTED WRITINGS
“A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song.”
- Maya Angelou
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A collection of narratives shaped by vulnerability, resilience, and the raw essence of human experience.
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Stories of travel that invite you to explore the intersection of culture, health, and discovery.
Personal Stories. Poem 53. On Being A Black Girl
“Hush,”
She told me –
“Real Black girls don’t cry,
Real Black girls don’t feel pain.”
I peered at her in disbelief.
Real Black girls do cry.
Real Black girls do feel pain–
especially when we feel
invisible.
Narrative Medicine.
I will always cherish my time among the Embera-Wounaan people as my inaugural experience into global health, where I witnessed the harsh reality of maternal-fetal mortality.
May the souls of those lost rest in eternal peace.
MUERTE
two sets of rheumy eyes stare
as the cold-plated metal
slaps against wrinkled skin
& listens to the irregular pulse
of a woman.
sunken eyes stare down
to exposed breasts where
life clings forgivingly
comforted by the rise and fall
of a dead woman’s chest.
sorrows imprison her lungs
clutching deceitfully
at the trachea
until her pain is lessened to silence.
