Her words
And hers
And hers…
They are a cage, always reminding me of what’s not there.
My words
And mine
And mine
And ours…
They are a map: black and white instructions on how to escape, how to flip my sights from empty to full, how to live my life…
Instead of hers and hers and hers.
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.
What we need is not another training, professional development, after school support, not another empty thank you in an email. What we need is not
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 end, when the rough winds slow and clouds slide away, Warmth returns and I can get strong again and again and again. Today
Swimming in a pool of crimson, she melts, her pounding pelvis contracts: a 3 month reminder now (no longer monthly thanks to modern science) that