In the syrupy pool of twisted lies, we are toys that stick to every surface
Although on the Inside we are independent, healthy, most important right.
Each of us is right.
And so the real right escapes, vanishes, evaporates while we remain in this sticky mess of a world dominated by false expectations and untruths.
The truths; they are thick molasses in the back of our throats and we swallow, swallow, swallow till it dissolves to nothing.
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.
So many times I sank rocks in my pockets, heavy Now, I walk forward palms heavy with rocks one foot in front of another Steady
Because there are so many articles and blogs and conversations that are so filled with how awful it is to be a teacher today and
Today I stood at the edge of the atlantic with my feet under salty water where sky blends into ocean and clouds sail overhead in
I place the paper boat on the water, Fingers lingering to support the transition from steady to moving And wait. She sways unsteady at first,