florence choiceOde to My Shiny ShoesOnce pretty and new, black and white, they’re in my closet still. I loved thoseshoes—black, shiny patent leather; white, clunky rubber soles and heels. Comfy,they were. Show <strong>of</strong>f I did, with my head held high and pep in my step.I adore those shoes.As the weeks passed, the leather, once pristine, became dull and no longer shone.The bright white heels and soles are soiled and stained, dingy and old. Oh, mypretty shoes are shades <strong>of</strong> gray; gone forever is the bright in the white <strong>of</strong> theirheels and soles.The perfect heels, once level and straight, show evidence <strong>of</strong> my lopsided gait. Theirouter edges, now worn, rock from side to side as I stroll along. I keep the shoes,with all their imperfections, unwilling to toss them aside becauseI love my marshmallow shoes.Gaining Perspective119florence choiceFlorence Choice was born and raised on the Lower East Side. She is astudent at the <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> Public Library’s Tompkins Square Center forReading and Writing. She says, “I want to express my gratitude to the team,Terry Sheehan and Hilary Schenker, and give special thanks to RodgerLarson and Shaun McCarthy, my tutors, for their contributions <strong>of</strong> time andtalent.” Florence Choice is the mother <strong>of</strong> three children and is working tobuild her own clothing line, “Choice Woman.”
herma palmerherma palmer Gaining Perspective120Blackie the Dogmy name is Blackie. I am a female dog. Today, I stayed in the house andsat down in a nice place. I am curious, and I like to relax in my big livingroom. The kids are always playing with me; they give me a lot <strong>of</strong> love all day.Today, I went into the bathroom and had a bath and a nice haircut. Then I sat atthe table and had lunch with my caretaker and his family. I felt so good in thehouse, like I was a human being. I was dressed in my beautiful blue dress andblue and white dog slippers. I went around the house, walking from the livingroom to the bedroom, and all over. Then I watched what was on the television.Later on, a visitor came to the house and saw me and said, “What a beautifuldog!” I felt so good, and the visitor gave me a big hug and kiss. I will alwaysremember today as a very good day to be a dog.Herma Palmer, age 65, was born in Jamaica and has been in <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> for only one year.She currently studies at the Brooklyn Public Library’s Flatbush Learning Center, whereLuz Diaz is the literacy advisor, and Gladys Ortiz is the site supervisor. Herma Palmerwrites, “I like to clean the house and take care <strong>of</strong> children.”
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