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A Good Little Girls Zine

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By your side,
I am a marble pillar–
powerfully patient
calm
cool
collected.

Your soothing energy
my protective vapor
that I carry every where I go.

I surf the waves that try to pull me to the ocean floor–
you are my surfboard.

Your silent humor smoothes the sharp edges of life.
It’s hard to see it up close,
not until we part, do I see your celestial capacities,
the exact ones that compliment mine.

you
me
Us
We:
Two pillars, fingers entwined–
a bridge of colorful laugher; a union of fierce force!

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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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