Her skin was smooth and even and her smile was glowing. Her style was intriguing with her daring heels, cheerful colors, and playfully flowing skirt. But why, young flower, are you so afraid?
Last September, my brother underwent a trial treatment at the University of Illinois Hospital in Chicago to expel his Sickle Cell Disease blood from his body. How do they do that? you ask. Well, they find a match and exchange that person's blood cells for his own. Pretty simple. They flush his body with the new blood, and… Continue reading Born with Sickle Cell Disease
I had never imagined sirens to be male creatures until I overheard a song playing one day at work. The mythical creatures were always depicted as female beings that would lure sailors to sail into rocky waters with the distraction of their beautiful song. But the male singer’s voice had the same captivating grasp for… Continue reading Sirens
I don’t like you because you’re perfect. You have issues with commitment and being consistent. And staying true, although I know you Want a family one day. But we’re only getting older babe. And you'll find yourself alone, if you keep living that way. But I don't like you because you're perfect. You have this thing… Continue reading Perfect
“Whuddabout the othuh name?” I asked. “Whea you git Oshea from?” “I got it from this music artist I used tuh like,” my dad answered, again with little explanation. I thought through the old-school artists I knew my dad listened to, but the name Oshea did not jog my memory of late-80’s/early-90’s hip hop and… Continue reading My Namesake (cont’d)
I told my friend I liked him once but I guess he didn’t return the feelings, and he turned me down. I was hopelessly rejected. I was distraught. I was alone. I was single. He didn’t want me. But to be honest, I was none of those things besides single. I had little to no… Continue reading My Namesake
We hadn't talked for a long time, but when you heard my voice again you felt it was home. Home. Yet I feel like you still avoid me like the plague. It hurts me, you know. I know you loved me once, and I believe you love me now in a way. But still you keep… Continue reading Home with Me