Silenced voices
haunt the rooms
pressing me to question myself.
Abandoned
and left with words and pictures
from the past
I crouch in the moonlight
counting the seconds till morn’.
Like a lone leaf,
I pirouette down off the branch
and tighten on the grass,
pleading
the
sun
to
rise.
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.
Brought upon by difference I breathe out fire, inhale ice a fusion. I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts just waiting to be Plucked,
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
Tilt my chin to the skies and envision your skies: mostly gray, maybe cloudy, framed by the pine greens and you— With your bright ass