Los Vendido by Luis Valdez

I enjoyed this story in a way that finally the people that say to be "american" are critizised, in this story the character they are laughing at is "Miss JIM-enez" (no, not Jimenez please). Her surname can tell us that obviously she is mexican and not american, but she is adapting it to an american fonetic to feel "superior" in a way. This is something we can see frecuently when people in Mexico start to speak in english without reason or adopt some english words to use them and demonstrate that they know english and look more american.
Another important point in the story is that mexicans are also a part to laugh at, there are many kinds of mexican "robots", (but they are human), and none of them is equal. The mexican that is chosen by Miss JIM-enez is the "mexican-american", in resume a mexican handmade but with american brand. Definitely this specific part of the story leads us to a big discussion about why american people needs us and want from us... but anyway the best part is the end when the lady runs scared and the 3 mexicans stay with the money, showing that they can be more intelligent than the "chicanos."

Starry Night by Anne Sexton

This is a poem based on the painting of Vincent Van Gogh, it describes the painting at the beggining, the small town that can't be well seen, the sky, the "black-haired tree slips" that seems to be a woman gazing up at the sky. The serpent in the sky covering the stars and the orange moon. Everything is in the poem. And I really like it, specially because when she says:

"Oh starry starry night! This is how  

I want to die:into that rushing beast of the night,  sucked up by that great dragon, to split  from my life with no flag,no belly,no cry." 

I like it because what she is trying to say for me is, "I want to die like this, the death coming for me quickly taking my life, like a star in the sweet and calmed starry night"

Wishes to my Sons by Lucille Clifton

I have to say that this is a really brilliant poem, Lucille Clifton is a brilliant writer. The poem is for sons, (men), but talking about women things. It is not confusing at all, imagine this, a men saying that we, women, are angry because we are in "our days". And if it was the other way around? Would they want some respect about that? This is the main idea of this great poem, to make men mor conscious about the life of a woman, to understand another human being that doesn't have the same necessities as them, but that it is still a human being that may suffer even more than men. They say they are the "strong sex", but if... 

"i wish them cramps.

i wish them a strange town

and the last tampon.

i wish them no 7-11."

I'd really like to know what are they going to do, maybe women are the "strong sex", because of the things we have to suffer day by day, the lack of respect of some men to us, the lack of understanding, the pressure that men put us under to do things we don't want to, etc...

Homage to my Hips by Lucille Clifton

This was an intresting poem considering Lucille Clifton is a black woman. What I can see about her personality in this poem, besides that she has big hips, is that she is a woman that is not embarrased about being black, she is a free, secure, and independent woman that is happy being the way she is. I think that the hips is a way of representing her, her hips might be "big hips", but also she is a big woman, in a way of saying that she is a great woman and that she needs something that really deserves her. 
Also I think that since the hips are an important part of a woman, that even men look at, she is saying in a way that every woman can have big hips, but not every man deserves those hips, because they are free to do whatever and go wherever they want to.
If you want to see it from another prespective it is an indirect for men, and she is telling them "kiss my big ass because you'll never be able to deserve them"

"I have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top"

Wanting to die by Anne Sexton

I enjoyed this poem, (not because of the title or the main idea), but because of the way death is being described to me in such a different way, as if it wasn't bad at all... as a desire or an adiction. It literaly says "If you want to commit suicide, do it, nothing will happen. You are free to do it if you want to." If I say this to my mother, she will just look at me and take me to the church because I've the devil inside me and I have problems with life; but Anne Sexton is, again, swimming against society, something I really like about her.
If we think it twice, how many times have we tasted or at least tried to taste death? Many times!!!! Driving when drunk, extreme sports, bungee, the parachute, etc... And you know what? We actually enjoy it! Sometimes we feel addicted to that adrenaline in our bodies, to the adrenaline of danger. But what Anne Sexton is telling us is this "Even then I have nothing against life." And then she says that death is "a drug so sweet that even children would look on and smile." I think this caused a great polemic in society, but I think she is trying to say that death is a part of life and that it can be pleasant; and in a way I agree with her.
Also in the poem, death is being descibed as a kind of art and language, because if you don't work with the "right tools" and know how to do it, it won't work. And even if I am not looking for death...
"... she waits for me, year after year, to so delicately mundo an old wound, to empty my breath form its bad prison."
Note. The body is the prison of my soul, and my soul just wants to come out and be free and rest. (Platon thought this way)

Her Kind by Anne Sexton

I've read many poems I've enjoyed and liked a lot, but this poem I didn't like it... I loved it, not only because it is different from the others, but because it talks about being different from the others; something I really identify myself with. 

Sometimes I try to fit in society and be accepted, and then I ask myself "Since when I need to be approved by society to live?"And I remember I don't want to be the majority, I want to be different and shine among the others. In resume, I hate to live in a world full of stereotypes; something that is very well stablished in the poem in different ways. 

If we think, behave, and act differently from the others, we instantly become monsters or "witches", they want us to be just common boring humans, but you know what? I don't care if they burn me because I don't like to be normal, I'll be happy because not even the regrets of society could change me, and...

"A woman like that is not ashamed to die.

I have been her kind."