I
Am
a fucking mountain, sturdy, tall, muscular
you may try to move me, shoving with your words
you may try to blow a tunnel through me, use large sticks of dynamite to show me you are in charge
And I will remain me:
A mountain of a woman, no obstacle in my path, I rise to the heavens.
Peak above you!
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.
Pop, pop, pop The kernels push the lid aside, Pop, pop, popping Bursting to the top, like greedy animals, they push each other out of
The leaves sizzle on the wind dangling in crowds like kids on monkey bars. They twinkle in the early evening sky: stripes of green, yellow,
A summer thunderstorm drenched everyone on the street. A Johnny Cash song strummed from the tiny unseen speakers. A barely-there draft of wind greeted us