Identity Crisis (poem) by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)

Reviewed on August 28, 2003

Oh, Retta! You covered these feeling perfectly! My mother once said I was at war with myself because I couldn't figure out who I was.

~Jackie~

Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)

Reviewed on August 28, 2003

Reindeer, this is a very powerful poem, very powerful! A wonderful synthesis of art and thought revealing a tortured psyche! Bravo!

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on August 28, 2003

A beautiful poem that speaks loudly because it speaks softly. Saying it poorly, but you know what I mean. Blessings, Pea

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on August 28, 2003

Spoke to my soul, a compelling, emotive write, Retta.

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)

Reviewed on August 28, 2003

A well-written, introspective piece.

~Joseph

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on August 28, 2003

The others have said it all.
An awesome write!

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on August 28, 2003

Amazing write....BHUWAN

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Retta, now this is amazing. Seems like we both had a "who am I," on our minds. I wrote mine before I read yours. Anyway I can relate to your excellent expression here. hugs G

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

YOU Are What (God)Created In Beginning, You
Are What You Became In The End__

Me I Would Not Want To Be Celebrity Nor Known Hero, Only That I Did Something Good/Kind, That I Helped A Little Child(ren), Knowing In The End I Was Still Me, TRASK_

I Was Free Of This Satan's Holy Hell World_
That's Who I Am & I Am Truly Free!!!!

TRASK

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Very well done Retta...I ask my self that question many times!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

a moving write, I ask myself often, who I am, as most people probably do. peace

Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Excellant work, awesome expression and chilling and haunting imagery Lady Retta! We all have a identity crisis of sorts at one time or another, alas 'tis maybe sad but true..."only we ever really truly deep down know ourselves!"
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~

Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Reindeer, this is such a deep poem. I think we all have to do an identity search at some point...
Jenni

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Excellent capture of self exploration.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Wonderful write Retta! I agree with Amor's comments. Yes, it's only you who will know yourself best. Others will get to know you once you know yourself, but not until then.

Love your write, we've all been there.

May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

You have expressed this so well, Retta. Who can define you when you have yet not? How can one know your heart when they have not lived it. Only genuine emotion can surface lighter than air and straight to the top with expressions such as this. Excellent work. So glad to be back.
Amor

Reviewed by Marlene Dawn

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Wonderful....
*Marlene*

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Reindeer, you always echo what I'm feeling;-) you come up with some of the best lines, Kudo's to you!

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

My name slides off me <----Damn what A fine line that is.....Another fantastic Retta write.....ty, Dani

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

"How to relate to those
Who want to know me?
When others feel nothing-
See nothing but their own images,
Reflected in opaque hate-

At times,
I forget who I am,
My name slides off me,
And I don’t recognize,
The face in the mirror… "

Reindeer,
this is so beautiful and heartfelt!
excellence.
Lady peg