thirty on paper in truth, it's twenty it's all I have yours, ours, mine 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and then-- twenty to eat, rest, talk-- reset right in the middle community for twenty I get to be me the whole me the part that curses and laughs boistrously connections twenty a day it's all I have, we have for 10 months twenty: perfection Do not disturb it's our twenty!
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.
I lay on my back Listening to the intricate drumming Of the rain against the metal roof Split in half by My right side filled
I am a woman: pale skinned with dark brown, wavy, frizzy hair. I have sharp facial features. I wear glasses, they are sea-green aqua-marine turquoise
I used spend all this time, Thinking, belittling my work Because I thought you, You didn’t approve, value, Like it Some many words, conversations Played