Between the lines I inject color
Deep pigments of flagrant hues
Ink flies off the page–an eagle soaring in the open skies
And for a couple of hours there’s silence:
No dings of messages;
No sitcom laughter;
No chores yelling for attention;
No problem needing a solution
Just an even wrist shading in the colors of my bloodline.
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.
When I was 23, I was in the middle of a modern dance class in my senior year in college. We were going across the
Today I saw with my two eyes, what privilege sounds like, Like cannot see past my nose, like can’t have empathy, like can’t see the