Her Name Was Genia (poem) by Leslie Eugenia Hoffman on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jessica Olson (Reader)

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

Christine Williams yes this is a bout my birth Mom. I was the youngest of all her kids.i would love to get in touch with you. My email is Jessica.olson2907.gmail.com

Reviewed by Brooklynn Peterson (Reader)

Reviewed on November 21, 2017

Christine Williams. My name is Brooklynn Peterson. Genia was my mom. Jessica is my little sister. And I have a brother named Thomas as well. Please email me with contact info as soon as you can. Would love to meet you and talk about my mom. Our mom. I really hope you are seeing this. 3rookemp.gmail.com

Reviewed by Christine Williams (Reader)

Reviewed on June 5, 2017

Jessica Olson this poem was about your birth mother? Please comment back if you see my comment as soon as possible I would love to get in touch. Thank you
Genias daughter
Christine Williams

Reviewed by Jessica Olson (Reader)

Reviewed on January 16, 2017

I didn't personally know Genia but she was my birth mom. this poem really meant a lot to me to read.

Reviewed by kathy ferguson (Reader)

Reviewed on May 10, 2016

I knew Genia, her mother, her father and her stepmother. She has 1/2 siblings, 1 brother and 2 sisters and as far as I know her dad still lives in Phoenix, her biological mother passed away when Genia was a child. Genia was born deaf as her mother had diabetes and passed from it. Genia's stepmother was horrible to her. Genia was a good kid but took abuse from her stepmother and her dad did nothing. My heart is so saddened, especially when I read the poem. I could see her visually (as I hadn't seen her in years)and it angered me that she had come to this horrid end. She did have a silly streak in her.

Reviewed by christine Williams (Reader)

Reviewed on March 24, 2011

this poem is so meaningful to me because it is about someone i know not personally but she will always be there in my heart thank you because this has ment alot to me and it this poem is about my birth mom

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on February 7, 2010

This poem burrows deep within my core. The pain and the senselessness are blaring. I'm always the one to wonder who might've saved her. What had to have been different - what are all the variables that merge to such a wrenching conclusion? Who contributed to what he was and at what point might he have chosen a different path? I also wonder - what does it feel like to write these words? Does it put you in that place, in that time? How do you open yourself without letting it settle in? You are such a wonderful writer; your fearlessness and willingness to venture here speak volumes of your ability and scope as well as they sway and dizzy that part of me who wants to only see the sun. In admiration, Gina ~

Reviewed by Sheri Uy

Reviewed on February 7, 2010

Hi Leslie, your meaningful poem has captured my interest. It is sad yet honest, difficult yet real. Life isn't always smooth, sometimes it is bumpy but it's worth the ride. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you.

Best wishes,
Sheri

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 5, 2010

Stark, real, and very sad; I find your poem very compelling and meaningful, Leslie. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on February 5, 2010

"Because I knew nothing of intimacy"
Of course this has become pandemic in modern society. Wounded by men, wounded by women - people shut down and embrace every evil bird that circles above their miserable lives in an effort to fill all the voids. There is no disguise or adornment in this poem Leslie, it's written quite real and quite well. Loneliness and misery and danger are everywhere.
Blessings to you friend ...
richard

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on February 5, 2010

Reality of an ill-fated profession and the results of exchanging sex for dollars that can never be spent as death of Genia walks in spirit through the shopping malls, strutting its sexy stuff in the dress shops and shoe stores where stilettos pay tribute and author Leslie Eugenia Hoffman writes the explicit facts of a life gone way too soon...

Love,
Sage