Easily she parts the curtains,
strides on stage towards the audience below
never once pausing
Her body glides from stage right to left
upstage to downstage
performing is the only way to live
and she won’t quit
even when
she is challenged, and pushed around, and rejected
this is the drive of a female lead.
Do you see her, right in front you,
eyes like two spotlights burning into your heart?
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 walked the familiar route; the same one I’d taken a few days ago, shuffling through contractions. Now I was making the treksolo, my son
My silence seemed like abandonment, neglect, angry to you on those days when I asked for a reprieve, a moment to gather, mourn, feel. It
For a month you freed me of— but now I am the center of the whirlpool, the very current my mother warned me of as
When I point a spotlight at you/us, I see clearly how clogged the pores have gotten, how our skin is filled with blemishes from these