April 30, 2009

The Buzz Around Carina

Carina Buzo's opening piece at the All City Slam takes on society's narrow minded view of beauty in this piece.





5'9', 110 pounds, 39-18-33
Barbie’s measurements are impossible
yet anything is possible if you put your mind to it
but last time EYE checked
these measurements were no where near hers…
and its on MY mind??? ALL THE TIME!
how could it NOT be.....
in a world where the tv is the teller of all things true and mighty....
and plastered on the screen
is a bunch of my size barbies
that never made it to my house
for the last 18 Christmases....
and even though i tend to use the whole....
its america baby
i could look however the hell i wanna look....
i secretly wish barbie actually was my size
then those moments in the mirror
before I pull back the shower curtain
wouldn’t be so alone
and prom dress shopping
wouldn’t be so damn humiliating
because at 5’1 160 pounds 34-30-38
doctors have labeled me as obese
and the sizes in the stores
that only go up to a size too small for me
only smears it in my face more
barbie has become a culture icon
forcing little girls to strive for standards that aren't obtainable
and hide and seek pregnancies are born
because only pregnant Barbie comes with a matching ken
making little girls believe that imperfections are not acceptable
how can we show these girls that mistakes happen
and that being yourself is the best thing to be
and that being alone isn’t horrible
when you have Barbie being stuffed into your vision
Barbie, who is always dependent on a man
in all this mess
an assumption has been created that there’s a “sporty barbie” out there somewhere
But someone with a rack that big with no panties on
Has the option to run ANYWHERE
She uses sex and looks to her advantage
then calls herself a feminist
There's just something about glorifying this manifestation of "female perfection" and
her obsession of hording material possessions
that disturbs me to the core of my being
because the closet thing to a Barbie like me....
a once released cinco de mayo Barbie named abil del monte
which, directly translates to skilled worker from the mountains
she has a big Jalisco dress on
made to look like the Mexican flag
and big trensas in her hair
tied together with ribbons....
and yes, I am very proud of my culture
All I’m asking for
is something that little girls today can look up to
not some one with measurements that are based on male fantasy
rather than actual human metrics
and I don't want them to be a product of a culture
that treats women with disrespect
and confine them to the role of a sexual toy for men
because once upon a while back...
that my size barbie.... seemed larger than life
and i thought that with enough outfits and shoes and makeup
I could be just as perfect as she was
not knowing that....
5'9', 110 pounds, 39-18-33
is impossible....
no matter how long you put your mind to it

All City Slam Standouts


Miko




Jazmarie LaTour



Carl Snead III

Jarius Jones Standing Stall

Jarius Jones was inspired by his uncle to write slams. Due to that inspiration, Jarius earned an A in drama that year when he presented it as a final project. This slam is the first one he ever wrote and earned him a place as a finalist at the All City Slam. The insightful, mature composition of this piece left the audience begging for more.


Daddy Stand Tall

As my son asks me
"Why do you and mom yell at each other?"
All I can do is ask him to rest his head.
As I watch my son fall asleep,
I hear the front door open, and as I prepare
myself for round-two
of the fight that we didn't finish or is ever going to,
I tell myself that he will sleep soundly.
I close the door behind me

leading to say something, she stops me with,"How long are you going to keep acting like you don't want a degree or to succeed? Why don't you
show your son that you are a man?"
I finally stop her with excuses that we both know won't help the problem,
Hoping that I can stop this unnecessary situation,
But I can't, it keeps rising to the point
where were yelling at the top of our lungs,
trying to erase the other persons voice.
We never stop even if it would be life threating.
As I zone out her voice trying to think of what to say
something of remembrance catches my eye,
The pictures of my family
And friends showing hand signs
of what we called our gang
disgusted me,
I didn't want my boy
being raised in a family whose actions and words
will forever path his life.
For the only thing I sign
I wanted my boy to know was
"peace"
so that every time he see those
two fingers held up high he'd think
of me and him.
Finally I sink back into realty remembering that I'm still
In this war over whose the better parent.
About whose the one supporting this family, about...
"Why don't you listen to me when I'm talking to you"...
Finding the right thing to say,
I can't say anything at all,
only due to fact that
what she said was true...
"Why can't you get a real job..."
Only job
I was capable of calling my own was Mc Donalds,
and damn well I'm not enjoying it.
Knowing that I can't get I job to support myself or this family,
But damn it I will get a better job than a waiter or bus driver.
I'll go back to school to show you that I can support myself,
No, my son.
My mind sets it self back to reveal that
I am that boy crying himself to sleep
with
dried tears on his face.



Confining poetry to 1 month? Never!

Valley Poets are going strong, drafting work feverishly even as the nation comes to the end of National Poetry Month. Paperdollz plans to keep the creative vibe going by continually showcasing poets well into May and beyond if possible (HINT! Keep sending in stuff, no matter who or where you are)!

Today take a moment to meditate on another great poem by one of Stockton's favorites, Thelma Juarez. Enjoy!

After the Rain


unobtrusively,
gently it

adorns the horizon


displaying
colors previously
unseen-

a rainbow

cuddles the earth

and bends


to kiss

the earth
after the rain.

-
Thelma Juarez

Paperdollz Editor Writes For Top Online Lit Mag


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According to Esquire, Kenya Mitchell writes for one of the top five online lit mags! After much hard work and dedication, this writer is quite thankful the magazine has been nationally recognized. Go Adirondack Review!