I was born where leaves held witness. Where a young girl became mother with no applause, And the banana grove cradled my first scream. I bled before I spoke. I burnt before I walked. And they named it a sickle cell crisis— But I call it origin. My first pain did not ask for permission. […]
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“Understanding Sickle Cell Disease”September is Sickle Cell Awareness Month. Let’s break the silence and shine a light on the complications millions face every day. #SickleCellAwareness Priapism in Sickle Cell DiseaseMale priapism is the persistent and unwanted erection of the penis that is painful and rigid Female priapism refers to persistent, painful clitoral engorgement due to
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The hospital smells like bleach and half-mended prayers. Mama’s hands rest on my ankle—swollen again—and I pretend not to wince. I’ve learned to treat pain like an old friend who overstays their welcome: nod, breathe, endure. They call it sickle cell disorder in charts and whispers. I call it the thief of mornings. It robs
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this is a title of one of my new stories Author’s Note – “When the Bones Speak” This story is not just fiction. It is a fragment of truth carried in marrow—the kind of truth that rarely appears in policy documents or hospital records. As a researcher working at the intersection of migration, pain, and
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A genetic twist, a shape so sharp and bent. You rage silently in my body and cause the pain. You quietly rip my body to pieces, giving me invisible scars. You take away dreams, hope. But I still have the strength and resilience to fight you and believe you/me, I will have the last
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