I'm begining to find it increasingly difficult to critique a few women's work in my creative writing class

Sandra, that piece you wrote last week about your mom dying really touched the class. Nice imagery. It was unfortunate Mr. Jordan gave you zero for being absent during the deadline, but how was the funeral? Sad I bet. About your poem though, I must say that the part when you digress back in time to touch on heritage becomes a bit trite. Holocaust this, dead mother that – a bit of a frown fest, don’t you think? Interject some cheery imagery. Perhaps make it a sunny afternoon rather then the rainy, bleak, freezing winter night you described when talking about the concentration camp. A few smiles will make those frowns more devastating.

Amy, nice haiku about the date rape. Is this fiction? Your misery is really coming through in your work though, so congrats. I'm Sorry Tim laughed during your reading, it was totally unprofessional. The pun just caught the class off guard, thats all. Though, since causing uproarious bursts of random laughter seems to be your undiscovered forte, perhaps when you’re through writing this you could write a humor peice ? Just a thought.

I dug your found poem, Pray the shame away. However, I felt that at times the story and outcome wasn’t quite clear. Did you want the baby, or not? You’re young and moderately attractive so I assumed no, but then you started to cry when you were reading it. It was really inventive though the way you used quotes from the various signs the protestors outside the clinics were holding. I can’t believe that one woman actually had a sign saying, Abortions causes breast cancer. Is that true? If so, looks like you have your next poem basically written. Oh, and I also found the title to be a bit twee.