Begin:
again and again and again
you can sit me down and point your scrawny finger at me, judge me, pierce holes of doubt on every inch of my body
I will
block it all, for I have the courage of the billion women who came before me—my armor it’s a force, an iron gate of power
again and again and again
I will block your blows.
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 first time I had grits was a rainy Sunday brunch at a shi-shi French-Southern restaurant in West Nashville. I had their version of shrimp
6:10AM. 11.8.2016 My heart is pounding as I rise in the dark room. It’s a big day. A first in someways. It’s hard not to
2:37am
I wake up
eyes wide open
body is alert
I sit up
Why did I say that?
What are they thinking?
What should I do?