The lid on my head is heavy, keeps me under a constant state of bringing to a boil. The comfort of this cycle is a habit I fall into even after years and years of seeking another way. Bring to a boil is easy, bring to a boil is comfortable, bring to a boil is exhausting.
Today, I
Today I slid the lid off my head and remembered I had shoulders and torso and pelvis and legs and feet. That I could be light and this did not make me less.
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.
today I sat at a table
rectangular in shape
long and wide
with seven white people in power
next to the other person of color at the table
I used to hold tight the story that my dad was an excellent cook when he got married, and my mom had no clue. Thus,
Illustration by Allie Olivares Grandma’s Legs by Darlene Campos My grandmother used to proudly tell me we had the same legs: ample, muscular, and powerful.