A Good Little Girls Zine

La Musica

Once I swam around in a pool of music
I lay on my back listening to 
Achtung Baby on repeat on my brother's Discman,
dreaming about what would become of my life.

Once I knew every melody 
of Wyclef Jean's Quantanamera
and my hips swayed and rolled to the beat of this tune.
I knew every rap, r&b, and hip-hop song 
released each year 
and spent my time learning each part to each song.

Once I spent my evening hours 
choreographing dances
pretending to be a principal dancer.
Downloading every new house song.

Once music fed my body.
I only craved to be alone
so I could dance.
I didn't need television.
I didn't need anyone else, 
Just my big black boom box
and my mother's basement.

Where did it go?
Where did it go?

Thank you Mr. Silverstein for inspiring today's poem!
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Sonia Chintha

Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.

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