The ultimate measure of a woman
is not how many balls she can keep up in the air,
but in the strength she gives herself to stand up for her needs!
The ultimate measure of a woman
is not how many balls she can keep up in the air,
but in the strength she gives herself to stand up for her needs!
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.
today I sat at a table
rectangular in shape
long and wide
with seven white people in power
next to the other person of color at the table
All the “should haves” pile up: one on top of the other and blind my vision. I stare at the cards I’ve been dealt, my
Arms outstretched, I twirl my skirt flies ballooning into perfect waves I tilt my chin towards the blue parachute above me Daffodils Buttercups Roses Petunias Me
grief that tastes of absent ice cream bars at the airport,
what is a welcome back to a hometown without a beloved tradition?
a perfectly sweet candy,
gummy to the mouth,
but sticking to the teeth.
konjac eaten too quickly can catch and choke.
gulp it down so that you can save yourself,