Wednesday, January 12, 2011

My Mona Lisa Poem

You sit there
and you look
you smile just a little
and your eyes waver to the side
you wonder
who am I?

He paints your face
your beautiful face
but you don't look
Your eyes waver to the side
and you wonder
who am I?

He is finished
and you can go
but you sit there and
your eyes waver to the side
and you realize
I am me

I am me
this is what I do
this is what I like
so you sit there
and you look
you smile your little smile
and your thin eyes just waver to the side
and you realize
This is me

The Mona Lisa

I read a poem about the Mona Lisa painting:

Mona Lisa      by:Brenda M. Weber
Behind kaleidoscopic eyes
there's no mystery there that lies
She's the one to see it all
from her position on a wall

We look for something in her smile
We stand to study her awhile
Her face of beauty that we seek
What would she say if she could speak

Is her beauty oh so rare?
Was Mona just a maiden fair?
Is she a mirror image of me?
Is that what I'm supposed to see?

Mona's portrait on the wall
A combination of us all  
There's a touch of someone there
in the beauty of her hair

That hint of prism in her eyes
makes her appear to be so wise
The playful curvature of her lip
On her cheeks can dance a quip

She's a beauty this Mona Lisa
but so is the Leaning Tower of Pisa
What is the mystery there that lies?
Behind kaleidoscopic eyes...

I really liked this poem. It's a little different from the Starry Starry Night. Brenda M. Weber includes more observations of the painting then Anne Sexton did. But I enjoyed this poem a lot. It gives you something to reach out to. Something you can connect to, you know? And the choice of words is really beautiful and it rhymes which makes it even better. The flow, the sound of the words on your tongue kinda makes me think more about this poem and how it could effect me too. How it makes me look more differently at the painting. It makes me think who is this girl? This...Mona Lisa. How did she get involved? What is she hiding behind her smile? Mona Lisa, who are you?

Starry Starry Night

I really liked the poem Starry Starry Night by Anne Sexton. It made me think a lot about how I would want to die and where. Like how I would describe it. In a quick way without any realizing or like a big show with everyone there? The word use in this poem was kind of violent but I think it fit the poem perfectly. After learned about Van Gogh being in a mental asylum, I thought about how his painting and this poem can be related to that situation. The choice of violent words could represent his feelings when he was in the mental asylum. I'd say that the word choice freaked me out just a little but I guess that's the beauty of it. Making people feel all these different emotions.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Racism

*http://sks.sirs.com/cgi-bin/hst-sub-display?id=S44-4241-0-5971&res=Y&ren=N&gov=N&lnk=N&ic=N&keyno=0000021506&leadiss=Y&auth_checked=Y
*http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/65174
*Me

    My first link is again from SIRS.com. SIRS talks about the history of racism and how it all started in the past. I think that's kind of important to know because you can connect to what causes people to make racial remarks now and what caused people back then to make racial remarks.
    My second link is from answerbag.com. On answerbag, I asked, "Why are people racist?". I read the answers and I learned quite a lot from them. One person thought that being prejudiced was like a phobia. Something that is developed when you are still very young. You may hear it from your parents or grandparents. And when you hear your parents say things like that, you may begin to believe some things. Another person thought that people make racist remarks because they feel like they're in charge. They feel like they have power. When they ever feel threatened or scared of someone, they can make a racist remark and have the person they said it to feel upset, ashamed or bad about themselves. Which makes the person who made the remark feel powerful and strong.
    My third source is...ME. I wrote myself as a source because I have had people say racist things to me. Turns out that many people have a lot to say about Asians. The way we look, the way we talk, just about anything.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Research Entry

*http://sks.sirs.com/cgi-bin/hst-sub-display?id=S44-4241-0-1606&auth_checked=Y&gov=N&ic=N&keyno=0000003475&keyword=Bulimia&leadiss=Y&lnk=N&ren=N&res=Y&type=&method=date&cat=arts&detail=Y&pos=1&num=25#tabs
*http://www.mamashealth.com/bulimia.asp
*http://www.helpguide.org/mental/bulimia_signs_symptoms_causes_treatment.htm

The topic I decided to write about is Bulimia. Above are the links to the sites I found on Bulimia. The first link if from SIRS. There are various articles on what Bulimia is, how it can be treated and it also includes some stories of people who have/had Bulimia. Some stories are about girls and their obsession of being skinny. It's actually really scary to read about.

The second link talks about what Bulimia is, what causes it, the signs of Bulimia, and a lot more information. On this site, I found that Bulimia isn't just about food and being skinny. It also has to with stress and uncomfortable emotions. Many things can trigger Bulimia. Women in the US are always feel pressured about their looks. Skinny women and girls everywhere make it harder for other women to feel good about their own bodies.

In the third link, I learned the different effects you can have when you have Bulimia. Instead of actually losing weight, you get the exact opposite and gain weight. You can get broken blood vessels in the eyes, you can become very weak and dizzy. You can rupture your stomach or esophagus.

Bulimia is a very scary thing. Fortunately, it can be cured. Nobody should feel bad about what their body looks like. No one should every become Anorexic or Bulimic just because they feel so badly about themselves. Everyone is unique in their own way and that's a good thing.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Social Issues #6

everyday i used to walk
people would stare 
i would look down 
people would whisper
i would walk fast

'hey chino'
their friends would whistle
i would just bite my tongue
and walk right by
'let me get some sushi' 
they would say
their friends would laugh
and i would just stand there
feeling ashamed and powerless

but this changed everything:
i walked with my sister
people would stare
i would look down
my sister would stare back
people would whisper
i would walk fast
my sister would sneer
and get angry
'you gotta problem?'
she would say
and they would walk away

everyday i walk
people will stare
i will stare back
people will whisper
i will sneer 
and they will walk away
and i will walk with my head held high

Social Awareness #4

I just finished reading Persepolis. A social issue I read a lot about was women's rights. Women had no rights and they were forced to wear veils and keep hidden. This stood out to me because nowadays women are free..of practically everything. But in Iran women were called horrible names if they were wearing make-up or wearing their veil wrong or speaking their mind.

Marjane, the main character, always believed that women should speak her mind and she would express them when she was at home. Sometimes when her parents let her, she would go outside and join and protest for what she believed in. She would have chats with God at night and discuss everything she was thinking. How she wished she didn't have to wear the veil at all and she could walk through town without getting weird looks or getting yelled at by the older women in the neighborhood.

When Marjane was sent away to spend a few years in Europe, she realized that everyone was so free and people didn't wear veils or anything. Women freely walked allowed to do anything. After four long years, Marjane finally decided that she wanted to go back home to live with her parents again. As soon as she arrived at the airport, she was yelled at by a man to put on her veil correctly. She quickly realized how much Iran had changed she had last been there. Women still had to wear their veils and hardly any women walked outside. They were always questioned by soldiers. Women had no rights or freedom like women did in Europe