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Recent Reviews for Judy Juanita
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My wardrobe (Short Story) - 10/13/2008 1:08:27 PM
I like how you painted a really accurate picture of a young college student seeking to buy a coat. Took me back in time when I put one on layaway while in college. You gave a really descriptive view of S.F. back in the day. I could picture the areas. Like your description, "Vidal-Sassoned-to-the-bone clerk. Also like how you said the bush with your hair didn't match the nap of the Camel coat. In addition - enjoyed how your description of the young woman looking at herself in the mirror - had us really see and feel what she thought of her image. Felt the chaos of the discount floor with the lone harried cashier. Good job!!
is there still a place called black america (Poetry) - 10/13/2008 12:50:10 PM
Yes, I have asked the same question. I like the two lines that begin with "has we been cut in to hard edged pieces upperlowermiddlelowerupper middle." Like how you used those terms and didn't use a space between them. Used to be a time we didn't think that much of the socioeconomic divisions. We just knew there were white people who wanted to keep the status quo and there were black folks who were changing it. Love your ending too. Would we come in if called? Remains to be seen.
don't go to hollywood, sam (Poetry) - 10/13/2008 12:45:09 PM
Hi -
One line stood out more than others. How many 13 year old girls never were explained what was expected of them sexually by their husbands. Instead, your line says how her Ma told her she would be expected to iron his shirts. What a shock so many young women found out on their wedding nights and many nights thereafter. I also loved a few lines "You'll miss the thawing of Lake Champlain" and also "If you leave now you'll miss the two of them getting white haired at the lake, catching the setting sun." Good visuals.
ex-slave (Poetry) - 10/13/2008 12:38:21 PM
Hi -
Like the fact that you talked about everyday accidents within the big house. People tend to think more about the cruelty with beatings and whippings - but household accidents that didn't get medically attended to - thanks for highlighting this one! Also, what was interesting, you mention how some deformities were taken for granted and people didn't give it a second look - whereas up North people would tend to stare. Thanks for the history lesson.
ex-slave (Poetry) - 10/4/2007 6:03:04 PM
Wonderful piece where the emotion builds up slowly. The reader does not feel manipulated into it; the true emotions are simply there.
I don't believe in racism as something inevitable. I have never felt this kind of feeling and I do believe that there are other people like me.
Anyway, this is really a striking piece of writing!
Regards,
Axilea
is there still a place called black america (Poetry) - 9/22/2007 8:54:39 AM
I like the way you use venacular---Is We---makes the reading have a flow. The repeat of "We" is also catchy. I'd use commas after "come in" to slow the pace a bit.
We do need to think about a black community and what it entails. Thanks.
ex-slave (Poetry) - 8/8/2007 5:11:03 AM
To this day, I still find it hard to believe that such apartheid went on over there. I'd rather die fighting for freedom than live as a slave. Laws can be passed against racism, but racism can't be removed from a mans heart...
We were stunned at New O' last year, as for the first time we saw an America we did not realise existed...
bling (Poetry) - 7/21/2007 1:44:39 PM
Reflection
I see hope,
A person with the potential to rule the world,
I hear a voice,
One similar to that of Martin Luther King Jr.
I see a poet,
Who has verse on his mind, and a hand that is the antidote
I see a person who has felt pain,
A soul torn to pieces,
The flooded houses of New Orleans,
Damaged and discolored,
Tears that are blue like water
I see a person, whom sometimes I don’t fancy,
One that is insecure and craves attention,
I see a person trying to learn to love,
Not only his self but the people and things of this world,
I see all of this in the reflection of my mirror
is there still a place called black america (Poetry) - 7/14/2007 8:56:09 PM
The real question here is not black or white,
Are we still Americans,
regardless of our plight?
With hope of your understanding,
Walt
is there still a place called black america (Poetry) - 7/14/2007 5:52:11 PM
Judy ... this is difficult. A strange mixture of the arcane and politics.
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