Easily she parts the curtains,
strides on stage towards the audience below
never once pausing
Her body glides from stage right to left
upstage to downstage
performing is the only way to live
and she won’t quit
even when
she is challenged, and pushed around, and rejected
this is the drive of a female lead.
Do you see her, right in front you,
eyes like two spotlights burning into your heart?
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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