The sharp eruption thunders next to me,
I am deaf, but for the ringing in my ears
it whispers: say something, speak up, stand up
In the silent ringing, my thoughts erupt too—scream, crash, flail thunder inside
waiting, knowing
this…
this is my super power!
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.
The first time I saw the words “ms. chintha is a bitch” inked on to walls, I was 29 years old. I had been teaching for a mere four years, but felt so veteran already because I had stopped crying when fights happened in or near my classroom among students. Up until my fourth year, I blamed myself for not creating a safe enough space for my students and that’s why they began fighting.
My eyes bulged out of their sockets, ears had surely misheard. But it was true. I had heard right. My father had indeed spoken to
