I stroll off the runway and my skin is scotch tape–
Strands of hair stick to my cheeks a rush of my favorite element sweeps by flipping my shirt up above my soon to be crisp abs and that eighteen year old tattoo…
I am the coconut trees we pass;
I am the blue waters;
I am the sand;
Fuck it, I am the sun baby
and nothing,
nothing,
Not
One
Thing
Can stop me!
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.
Illustration by Sonia Chintha Associate Director “Why aren’t you on scholarship?”“Scholarship?”I’m not a student. What was he talking about?“The house, the car, the whole package.I
Illustration by Deema Alawa Brightness Cycle: What Henrietta Started by Parivash Fahim Goff This piece was inspired by the play “Silent Sky” about Henrietta Swan
I glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.