She used to think she–
She was the glue that binds them,
Instead without her,
They glow with freedoms,
she never could witness.
Scream: In Defiance
November 3, 2025
Sonia Chintha
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.
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