The familiar surface sinks heavy in my lungs
a vapor of old grimy thoughts, infects my body, convincing me that
I am
not enough,
can’t do this,
will always,
can’t break the cycle
Even though
each day I prove it wrong.
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.
When I was young, my mom and I made it to the mall every Black Friday in search of deals. What we got instead, because
I have this need well belief really that I simply must be the number one person there for every friend in need. What this means
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What you don’t see is that one inch needle I inject into the skin of my belly every Saturday: the counting to three, the self-talks