Her words
And hers
And hers…
They are a cage, always reminding me of what’s not there.
My words
And mine
And mine
And ours…
They are a map: black and white instructions on how to escape, how to flip my sights from empty to full, how to live my life…
Instead of hers and hers and hers.
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 may not have the stretch marks, well actually I do, but not on my stomach. I may not have the C-section scar from hip
I am productive not overwhelmed I am even at times bored. I am okay but wonder is there more? I am steady climbing up, climbing
Illustration by Deema Alawa Jaya Shoma Khallee* by Parivash Fahim Goff I give in to the sun baked sand, sink down against the smooth log