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.
I sit alone watching each sun ray cut through the window to get to my skin, Waiting Light at last Darkness just a memory Parts
What I’ve learned is alarming my insides and yet when you notice it in me, I flutter with pride. Could I do it, genuinely? Yes,
When I was young, my mom and I made it to the mall every Black Friday in search of deals. What we got instead, because
An epic journey ends today. Now, Je par, I go back Home sweet home– Filled to the brim I stand today: taller and stronger.