To Be oR Not To Be Mixin' (that is the question) (poem) by Mitzi Kay Jackson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 27, 2005

Opposites attract. Part of our genetic design to make us stronger. Fear fights it.

Ron

Reviewed on March 21, 2005

Why should anyone ever have to be tormented over love? Shouldn't be, for any reason. Your ability to paint the pain so vividly that anyone who reads this has to feel it will surely open some hearts. Beautiful job.

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on February 20, 2005

As usual, Mitzi, you have a provocative, strong write here. Interestingly, while people say this subject matter is unimportant to them, I posted a comical piece that was based in truth poking fun at a friend of mine who happened to be white. That was teh most minor piece of the story and at the tale end. Hardly the reason for our not being together as anyone who read both the piece and the associated poem should've realized. Nevertheless, readers who read the piece, called "Timing's A Bitch" focused on the "interracial" nature of the relationship. So while people try their best to say this is a nonissue to them, it still nags at them on levels they just don't recognize.

In the poem, "My Friend Delaney," race was glossed over

In the piece, "Timing's A Bitch," race was mentioned almost as an after thought, but some of the comments narrowed to the racial factor, which I thought was a very minor part of the tale. :-)

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Powerful, deeply thought-provoking

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

To Be Not Or To Be True To Mine Ownself Is Your Answer....

TRASK

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

This is a powerful and impactive write, Mitzi. I love these lines:
"and we sink so low
That we became shadows of
The colour blu"
Making choices is often more than difficult and weighing the benefits of the choice even moreso. I guess the important thing is to make a choice and embrace it. Excellent write!
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Mitzi,

Love knows no colors, I always say. :) That's all that matters, that you love each other. :)

My oldest sister married a black man. Oooooh, boy, THAT went over well with my prejudiced family; NOT! It didn't bother me. Unfortunately, the marriage did not work out--he was an abusive creep. Not because of his skin color--it was just his way. There are white creeps, black creeps, red and brown creeps...ya know? :)

Excellent, thought provoking, courageous, strong, emotional write--perfection! A keeper (you are getting lots of space in my library).

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)

Reviewed by john zimmerman

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

beautiful and provocative

sometimes the greatest misunderstanding comes from
those most like us ----- because they look like us
we imagine that we know were they are coming from

raises many issues

good write

john+

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Admiration for this write. So brave.

But one should say, stuff what others say..

Make the most of the time you exist.
Live it as you may....

Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

~~~so good...i cry, shake with emotion~~~martin~~~

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Powerful write Mitzi!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

I wouldn't go so far as to call what you have written brave, but it is a stomping the hell out of the usual rot we see and read concerning this subject. I was born in a time and in a place where the races did not mix, except on moonless nights and furtive trysts. I grew up prejudiced and I grew out of the same. There was a while there that I thought Dr. King's hope would be fulfilled. Not to be. Not all of it anyway. We still have hate and mistrust between the races. If anything it seems to be getting worse. I blame a lot of people and partly the news media and take just about everybody to task on this. Yes, there are success and love stories out there but there are NOT enough. We, they, them and us are being programed on a day-by-day basis to mistrust our fellow man and it just did not have to be this way. And THAT, dear Mitzi, is a shame.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Amazing, brave write about a constantly changing issue that most of us who lived through the sixties thought would end obviously it is still coming between life long loves with the predjudices of the world still putting up walls between hearts and souls. Mitzi you gave a great voice of passion yet reason in this write.

Felix

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Love can be the best thing that has ever happened to us, and, very sadly, it can also be the most painful thing that has ever happened to us - and I truly wonder how many love affairs have ended the way your powerful last stanza does.

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Talk about a swim in deep waters! This one definitely takes us there. A very bold exploration of a form of intimacy that is simultaneously lusciously personal and painfully public. A great piece.

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Yes I think this one is really a beautiful write and shows that love indeed knows no barrier.

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

mitzi, this is excellent, as your poetry alway is and the questions asked are painful and real...love just doesn't treat us right most times, its too hard and too painful to be as much fun as people claim it is

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Love knows no bounds.

Reviewed by Fritz Barnes

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Complex, difficult. I felt, in a small way I am sure, the pain and the struggle. Thank you for sharing it.