A Good Little Girls Zine

The frills on my pink dress flutter in the Autumn wind, a first.
Planes take off behind me, mom and dad push the giant cart of suitcases.
I slide my eyes searching for anything I know. Nothing.

It is foreign here. Silent.
Where are the people?
The clean chill air glides into my lungs, foreignly fresh.

The parking lot is nothing like the pink and green wonder land I pictured when mom said, “the land of milk and honey.”
It is gray. All around gray. Sky. Earth. Cars. Gray.

I flutter my eyes searching for the bright colors,
the pungent scents,
the cacophony of noise that fills every cell of my skin.
For home.

It sits heavy, a ten year old adult realization.
It is foreign here.

I am foreign here.
I am forever not home in this all gray space.

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Sonia Chintha

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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