Standing in my truth I spit tired laughter exhausts my mind loud yells, deafening chatter disconnection broken by tiny, teeny moments moments of gratitude, love, kindness I want it to be enough I beg it to be enough I try to grab it, hold it, feel it, keep it safe Yet, I'm left wanting wanting to feel a true honest bond!
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 am eight years old, sitting on the toilet, eyes squeezed just, pee dripping out–afraid. Afraid that if I pee too fast, my vagina will
Spinach, cabbage, onion, grape tomatoes, quinoa, apple, and radish swish around our wooden salad bowl waiting for their glistening attire. Olive oil, balsamic vinegar, nutmeg,
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I resist. Each month. Same day. I know it’s coming. I know the fix. I know how to be comfortable. Still, I resist the comfort.