The Mother

The mother by GWENDOLYN BROOKS is a great poem, at least I thought so. This poem is about women whom get abortions. I always asked myself if women who get abortions had any regrets or thoughts of what it could've been. And even though for whatever reason they did what they did, I always thought that there had to be some kind of love for that being that didn't get the chance to live. I don't believe that mothers never came across that thought. I think that's impossible. I don't think women can be so cold not to have some kind of regret, even a little. I guess there are some situations many women can't. But I know a thought of what it could've did cross their minds.

This poem answered some of my questions, and gave me some insight on some of their deep feelings. Another thing I liked about this poem, is that you could actually vision what she's saying:

You remember the children you got that you did not get
The damp small pulps with a litle or no hair
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy them with a sweet.
I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I wine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?
Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved
you
All.

I really loved the ending of the poem, it could be the guilt, and regret the reason for what she's saying. Or maybe she had a lot of abortions, or maybe she's referring to all the unborn children. But anyhow it can relate to any mother. I still think women look back on what it could've been. Overall, this poem is touching.

BarBie DolL

Barbie doll by marge piercy was one of my favorite poems. This poem is about a healthy and intelligent girl who's not accepted as who she is. In school, she got made fun of because of her big nose and fat legs. ALthough she was smart, and healthy all people saw was her big legs and fat nose. Her intelligence wasn't accepted for beauty. What did matter to everyone else was for her to excercise, diet, and smile. Looking pretty in cherry lipstick as a home wife cooking and cleaning was what she should represent to society. And so she did as everyone desired, she cut off her nose and made herself beautiful with all the cosmetics she can use. But in the end she commited suicide, because she couldn't live up to who she really was a person. And at last everyone thought she was beautiful.

I think in someway, we as woman always face this issue. We're always pressured to look thin and beautiful. In school, kids tease you, when you grow up you get the idea that you should look beautiful, or cute to fit in. And it's a terrible thing that happens, it can ruin your self esteem completely. You're never thin enough, or beautiful. I remember when I was a chunky kid, my family would nick name me fatty. Maybe they thought it was cute, but to me it wasn't. And I'm pretty sure this happens to a lot of kids out there. And the media, clearly states that we should look thin as models. On their cover, it always advertises 10 ways to get in shape. It's rediculous. The title of this poem also made me realize that a barbie doll is always beautiful, and should be bautiful. We never ever buy ugly dolls, and we always encourage little girls to but pretty dolls, and sadly we teach them that ugly dolls aren't as pretty.