What you have is a loud in my face kind of life that can cut, slice my flesh open
I still walk, upright, one foot at a time, a trail of burgundy behind me—the only evidence of the hurt
It is easy to remain on this lower rung, while you tower above me, seemingly carrying all that you want and all that I should want
I still stand, upright, feet grounded, the dust on my hair the only evidence of inadequacy.
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.
There’s a conveyor belt–slow moving. And You, you have your feet glued to it, letting it carry you–never walking yourself. In between–you and I; space
Today we sat like equals and discussed my blog post, your preference of teaching styles and giggled like old pals under the burning sun on
Scream: A Woman’s Power by Sonia Chintha Illustration by Jill Kimura As an adult, I slowly came to know power in an intimate way. It
Inside the tiny lunch room, with its tiny chairs and low ceilings next to the copier behind closed-doors In the corners of the hallways It