I
Am
a fucking mountain, sturdy, tall, muscular
you may try to move me, shoving with your words
you may try to blow a tunnel through me, use large sticks of dynamite to show me you are in charge
And I will remain me:
A mountain of a woman, no obstacle in my path, I rise to the heavens.
Peak above you!
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.
It’s late Autumn. Sunday. Cheery yellow leaves cover the driveway like an aisle for a wedding; we walk towards the front door, hand in hand.
1. Don’t worry about me breaking down, I’ll give you a fair warning with enough time to pull over, but not enough time to drive
Saturday. Early Morning. Awake and ready— to start vacation; hit the road; clean, organize, clear; fix house matters; eat; explore; listen; budget. Saturday. Early Morning.
In the darkness, I awaken to visions of you alive, thriving among all the people, your friends especially Those I’ve only just now met in