3 One-Lined Poems One of my young ones—my neighbor—my friend—my boo, Nikayla. Photo Collage Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt You trudged through anxiety-filled days—devoting yourself to digesting medical information—success shook your hand. The weeks dragged on sometimes, leaving you breathless, broken, and bothered; every struggle equaled an A. Master of biomedical knowledge, defender of the body, the link to what lives inside of us—I can’t wait for you to become a healer. If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know that I have two young women who live in my hall in my apartment building, and they have become such big parts of my life. Nikayla, the oldest, graduated from Wake Forest Baptist University with a Master’s in Biomedical Science yesterday, and to say that I am proud of her would be a massive understatement. One day, she will have the credentials, “M.D.” behind her name.
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