Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl sized bead I look to it when I'm alone I examine each side and slant and curve I hold it tight I let it slip Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead I grab it when I'm drowning I roll it in my palm gently in circles I keep it still I let it be Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl a pearl
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.
What you don’t see is that one inch needle I inject into the skin of my belly every Saturday: the counting to three, the self-talks
The wind gently nudged us toward the Persian restaurant in Clarendon. The sky threatened to pour down on us at any moment, yet we bounced
Prologue A woman’s value: is Everything. about her. It is the inner poweress that pushes her to stand back up again and again and
Walking through a field of sinking sand I push hard for clarity it doesn’t matter those words don’t matter I will not let them attach