It’s easy to forget, get swept away
The daily grind and needy faces,
crowd my days loud
louder than loud–
I can go days silencing her…
sometimes weeks
But.
It only takes one: note, flash, slice, clip to strap my suit back in place
And.
I am back baby
Back like better than before
A fire burning so hot it’s blue
For.
I
Am
Artist
!
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 think of Indian Aunties, I think slightly overweight, always dressed in saris or floor length night gowns from the eighties, and most importantly
the bouquet of tiny, firm tendrils massage my jaw melting the makeup down the drain I stand holding my breath feeling the gentle pressure on
Transformed by the sun’s rays peppermint essential oil dance piano love cuddled Transformed by movement truth diving in to the new color hair beauty