A Good Little Girls Zine

Right thing to do.

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 boil because you are an activist and these things, things that are wrong will always do that to you. Being an activist means strategically moving an institution to take off its clothes and stare at its naked body— flaws and all, then saying: we start here; not just anywhere, but here, not because we are not scared, not because it feels uncertain, not because every plan is perfectly written

But because, it is the right thing, right time, right everything to shape up your institution

Strategy feels slow because you light a fire here, another there, and another here, and they all seem too small, like these tiny ass fires ain’t gonna spread.

They will. Keep lighting them. Activism is strategy. Strategy and stamina. An understanding that you are fighting for something you may not fully see into fruition in the present, but fighting anyway because it is the right thing to do.

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Sonia Chintha

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.

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