At times, I breathe ice
cold smoke pillows out with each exhale, no fire can melt this breath of lone ice.
At times, I breathe fire
gray smoke escapes my nostrils,
I exhale truth, a truth of liquid flames
—a windstorm of longing to belong.
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.
You two need to get on a treadmill, you saywe two are washing dishes, making chai facing away from youYou two are standing behind us,
Being an activist means strategy is your friend, don’t mistake every opportunity to fight as the right fight, though every opportunity will make your blood
My eyes are steady now, my guiding light in this tunnel, shining the light on all the wrongs that could be should be must be