I hate people for
everything and nothing, but
each night it’s vapor
and I am me again.
The hate is a pile of ashes
I’ve burned through for now
by
honoring feelings
that I’ve been taught to bury.
Still
I rise
a woman
who feels.
I hate people for
everything and nothing, but
each night it’s vapor
and I am me again.
The hate is a pile of ashes
I’ve burned through for now
by
honoring feelings
that I’ve been taught to bury.
Still
I rise
a woman
who feels.
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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