She used to think she–
She was the glue that binds them,
Instead without her,
They glow with freedoms,
she never could witness.
She used to think she–
She was the glue that binds them,
Instead without her,
They glow with freedoms,
she never could witness.
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.




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
for wearing ties and high-heeled boots for Speaking up for speaking the truth I burp, I curse, I’m hard as asphalt I’m tired of your

Illustration by Scout Mayo My body is a temple of fool’s gold, ornamented with masterpieces of my children’s making, which are hastily taped or glue-stuck