Sweet freedom, you arrive every five in a summer breeze, sweeping my hair behind,
A shower of relief, you bathe me every five, washing away all the to-do’s,
Sugary liberty for two, sweet, sweet liberty, releasing me from you, you, and you.
I drift toward the two away from the five, everything goes blue
Everything goes blue.
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.
I roll past the same ramp opposite the entrance that was the first door that opened my life to this new world and grin at
She peck, peck, pecks rhythmically drumming a beat that fills our upstairs. It’s sharp and sudden, making me panic. I listen closely, following it to
In the syrupy pool of twisted lies, we are toys that stick to every surface Although on the Inside we are independent, healthy, most important
Begin: again and again and again you can sit me down and point your scrawny finger at me, judge me, pierce holes of doubt on