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Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty by Christine Heppermann
October 10, 2017
Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty
September 23rd 2014
A book of poetry
Synopsis: Once upon a time...
you were a princess,
or an orphan.
A wicked witch,
Big Bad Wolf,
Little Bo Peep.
But you are more than just a hero or
a villain, cursed or charmed. You are
everything in between.
You are everything.
In fifty poems Christine Heppermann places fairy tales side by side with the modern teenage girl. Powerful and provocative, deadly funny and deadly serious, this collection is one to read, to share, to treasure, and to come back to again and again.
I am not really a fan of poetry so when I had to read a book of poetry for my challenge I tried to find one that appealed to me. I love Disney so the title and cover of this book was what made me choose this one. The poems are targeted to young women so it deals with all the issues that can arise with that. Things such as eating disorders, insecurities, sex, pressures, expectations, etc are dealt with. I enjoyed a good majority of the poems and the accompanying photographs. It is good twist on fairy tales with real world situations. Below are some of my favorites ones:
Nature Lesson “The dress code says
we must cover ourselves
skirts that reach well below
our lascivious knees,
polos buttoned over
the rim of the canyon,
a glimpse of which can send a boy
plunging to such depths
he may never climb back up
that if a hiker strays
off the path, trips, and
winds up crippled,
is it really
the canyon’s fault?”
If Tampons Were for Guys “Of course there are no pink wrappers,
Forget Gentle Glide and pictures of pearls—
the box reads Smooth Ride across
the hood of a bitchin’ red Porsche.
For pads with Wings, Kotex shows jet fighters. For Heavy Flow, ninjas surf a tsunami. For Scented, smiling blondes in bikinis enjoy sniffing a crotch.
Panty Shields are now just Shields or maybe Boxer Armor. On the commercial, tanks roll through the bathroom, manned by scowling marines in white pants.
Then it’s back to Monday Night Football, where both starting quarterbacks are on the DL. “Dysmenorrhea,” mutter the trainers. In other words, cramps.”
Sleeping Beauty’s Wedding Day After the kiss and the trip to the castle comes the