I stroll off the runway and my skin is scotch tape–
Strands of hair stick to my cheeks a rush of my favorite element sweeps by flipping my shirt up above my soon to be crisp abs and that eighteen year old tattoo…
I am the coconut trees we pass;
I am the blue waters;
I am the sand;
Fuck it, I am the sun baby
and nothing,
nothing,
Not
One
Thing
Can stop me!
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.
Today I have returned to myself, the weight of your passing, a wound still healing. 30 days have passed. Today, 30 minutes I moved, releasing
Will You–ever know the long ass journey it took on two Pan Am flights, the gapping loss I felt, the foreign tastes that I couldn’t
To you Mr. O who taught me Not only how to be a teacher, but also how to live my life the right way. Some