Ashley Judd

Born into a well-known, female-driven family of entertainers, Judd learned early on how to perform to please an audience. She was born into an industry synonymous with perfection—perfection that was impossible to achieve, yet still expected. Not only was perfection expected, but as was working with her mother and sister, despite a tumultuous and unhealthy relationship. More of an actress than a singer, Judd, unlike her mother and sister, delved into an industry that ultimately influenced her future devotion.

Spending her childhood in Eastern Kentucky, and even later attending the University of Kentucky for her undergrad, Judd almost immediately turned to activism. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa, and proceeded onto her dream of graduate school.  After college, Judd planned on joining the Peace Corps, but her plans were swayed after being convinced to move to California to pursue a career in acting.

Judd achieved almost immediate success in her career as actress—leaving behind her degree in Women’s Studies and Anthropology. She was beautiful, talented, and in each of her roles she played a strong female character; however, the entertainment industry did anything but support strong women.

Judd began her humanitarian efforts in the early 2000’s, giving the keynote address on modern slave trade to the 2008 General Assembly of the United Nations, and supporting organization such as Women for Women International, Women Thrive Worldwide, and her advocacy for the International Violence Against Women Act. Violence against women comes in many different forms from sexual objectification to human trafficking. Although Judd came from a strong, southern, family of mostly women, she knew the effects of the entertainment industry. She had been scarred from the criticism and expectation to be thin, to be beautiful, to be perfect.

Judd escaped this violence, but she knew that millions of other women never would. Her current southern values and loves of mediation and gardening, are coupled with a devotion to helping women escape violent behaviors and situations and living for themselves rather than someone else.   

Works Cited

“About the Judds.” CMT Artists. CMT. Web.15 April 2014.

“Ashley Judd.” Bio. Web. 15 April 2014

“Biography.” Ashley Judd. SearchViz. Web. 15 April 2014.

Chicago, Illinois

They told her its survival of the fittest

You must protect your family before you protect yourself

They call it the south side of chicago

but to her its just a city of shooting in Englewood

She just wants an education

She just wants to fit in 

She is different then most

She is bigger and likes to cook

She has mood swings like the weather

Happy as the sun

Depressed like the snow

She spins out with a motive

stabbed like a piece of meat

A pretty black girl is not what she is known for

She is a dark skin

Momma always told her "The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice"

But that only meant something to momma

Daddy wasn't in my life to tell how nice I look

In society its all about being light

She wears dark colors to not show her curves

She works all day to put money in her pocket

From babysitting to wrapping hot dogs

she has to make a living

She has so many responsibilities

Momma struggles to give her lunch money

Daddy was a drug dealer kicked out the house

School teachers don't make the time to help you with school

College seems nice but can you afford it?

She ditches school to hang at the local spot

The MLK Rink better then Cascades

Where it was more then Roller skates

She sees city lights, fights, guns

She hates it. 

Everyone knew everything

The latest shooting or break in

People never understood that wasn’t her

Everyone wasn’t her friend. Gossip was your friend

Police always asked you questions

You couldn’t ignore them or you were known as one of them

Gangs

Vice lord, crip, gdk, gd , bloodz

That’s what you were. That’s what you grew into

Black people was all you had

But black on black crime happened so often she was confused

Mother always took her to Charlotte where she saw beautiful trees 

constant weather of beautiful sun

things she wasnt used to seeing in the city

She wasn’t judge , didn’t always have to wear the latest shoes

She saw a different skin color then what she was used to

They were nice to her and she didn’t understand

They waved and said hello

She felt like herself

She loved her city but it was more then shopping and pretty people

It was about protecting whats yours

This characterization describes the girl known as me. It explains where I grew up around and was used to seeing. It talks about how people weren’t the people I really liked in the world. My life didn’t want to be known around gangs and bad schooling. I’ve been working since I was 10 and I didn’t want to spend my money on the latest gear and or shoes. I wanted to focus on me and that’s what I explained.

Tatiana

Lexington, Kentucky

People call her Lex Vegas,

when she gets wild.

She is a classy lady,

but never scared to get dirty.

She tames, rides, and races those

wild horses, every spring and fall.

Sweet as sunshine,

and nasty like rain,

sometimes they say she is bipolar.

She is strong and wealthy.

Momma and Daddy raised her

as a Republican.

She bleeds BLUE,

and love them CATS.

The Commonewealth.

In the spring,

she watches,

all the trees blossom white flowers.

Young Kentucky girl,

in a push up bra.

She slowly sips on Bourbon

and chases it with Maker’s Mark.

A little cross necklace hangs

around her neck,

and she attends church.

Showcasing her beauty

with her personality.

In the summer she is free,

and will ride on all the

back roads, on the outskirts of town.

Summer bliss.

She wears those little shorts

with black bikini.

She lays on the bluegrass,

and drinks lemonade.

Works hard and some say,

“she treats cancer with her charm”.

Boys want to kiss her,

because they say her kisses

taste like sweet old Kentucky chocolates.

The yellow and

copper colored leaves

indicate that its fall.

She goes to the

ROOTS & HERITAGE FESTIVAL

held every year.

She ate Mexican every Saturday,

called it “Salsa Saturday”,

and randomly ate Italian

on Thursday’s.

She loved making sugar cookies

and snow angles.

A family tradition to go

see the southern lights.

Baby girl, she is determined

to always stand out.

I was born and raised from right here in Lexington, Kentucky. I took the time to go through each season that I have experienced growing up in Lexington. Lexington is a fairly wealthy city. Lexington is the Horse Capital of the world and every spring and fall Keeneland opens and showcase horses from all over the world. The weather is generally always bipolar but each season pays its due. I enjoyed writing this, it made me think and challenge my limits as creative writer. 

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Living in a suburb,
he enjoys the hot humid summers
and the cold snowless winters.
He wears loose shirts
and blue jeans.
He smells the fresh air
as he plays around at school.
He runs around during summer
at summer cap with all the other kids.
In a car and pick-up,
he rides to school
and he rides to "the office" during summer.
Playing through, soccer,
baseball, and other sports,
his time in school was spent with these teams.
During the night
on every second day of the week,
he takes part in the martial arts he looked up to so much.
He loves the sno-cones vendor,
at the end of the road.
He shouts in joy at the amusement park and water rides,
both connected by a single bridge.
At nights you'll find him watching cartoons
and playing various videogames.
On weekends, he spends his time with friends,
and watches tv with his family.
Getting teeth cleaned by his mom,
and swimming with his dad,
he cares for both of them intensely.
The places he goes to seem so big
yet in truth are rather small.
Though the times spent here
some would consider simple and bland,
he loves them more then anyone else.


I chose to capture the 13 years I spent being born and raised in Louisiana before I moved to Kentucky. Although I spent most of my time at a number of small areas on the city, I always felt like each place had so much in it and felt so big. I felt that describing my times here in this city best showed what I felt the place was like. Even with the land there being flat and the seasons being not all that varied, I enjoyed every bit of my time playing there.
-Trevor

Arthur Illinois

He’s simple

and wants for nothing

except for his family and farm.

Levis and work boots are his daily uniform.

He finds peace in the fields

and in his home.

He has amish blood,

although he no longer practices.

He goes to church every Sunday because

that’s what you’re supposed to do.

It was his grandfather’s farm,

then his father’s, now his,

and one day will be his son’s.

His children play sports because

that’s what they’re supposed to do,

and he’s never missed a game.

And on Fridays at seven ‘o’clock

 he leaves the field early

to cheer on the only team he knows.

He likes to stay in the comfort

of the 1.5 square mile radius.

Where on Saturdays he goes to

breakfast at 4 a.m., then

the bank down the street.

He loves that it always stays the same,

and the local businesses never die.

Where he still sees store windows

painted for the homecoming game,

and the local newspaper is the only one he needs.

He doesn’t pay attention to

the local gossip;

though he knows it’s an epidemic.

He has suspicions

of what his children are doing

on the weekends.

But he chooses to ignore them

and leave it to his wife.

He gets involved in disagreements

only when unavoidable.

The crops are his main concern,

and he depends on the local

weather reports.

He knows the local politics, and

he knows which farms are his

friends,

and which are rivals.

These rivals cause

bad blood between families,

over simplest misunderstandings.

He didn’t go to college.

He didn’t need to.

He knows he’ll never leave,

or change.

And he doesn’t want to.

He supports his children,

but wants them to

eventually return.

Because his family is everything.

And though he can take

a little change,

ultimately he wants

everything to stay the

same.

            I come from a very small, rural town in central Illinois. The population of my town is 2,200 people, and farming is a way of life. Though my dad doesn’t farm, when I thought of personifying my town, I thought it was only appropriate to choose a farmer because our crops are what drive our small economy. My town never changes, and the local restaurants and shops have been there for as long as I can remember. It’s also important to mention that my town has one of the largest Amish populations in the country, which definitely makes my town unique.

Nicholasville, Kentucky

Bleeding blue just a few miles away,

she wears the UK symbol

close to her chest.

A new shirt with blue jeans.

Keds, she always wears her white tennis shoes.

Oh yes, and a banana clip

the “big city: Lexington” shopper that she is.

She’s got a fresh fake tan on her

face it with a light pink puckered lip.

She’s put her weekend gear on.

Time spent away from her teacher role

it is a stressful one but momma did it too.

She walks out of her two story ranch home

a beautiful place of refuge from the world- shelter.

She takes her children out.

She drives her two kids

one boy and one girl.

A minivan and a great big smile.

She jumps out with her high heels on and sees him

looking at her.

She catches herself feeling uneasy at

misunderstanding meets ignorance.

Black skin she doesn’t understand

since the foreigners never looked like her

“they”  traveled to the Seminary in Wilmore.

She never met “them” on her country club cul-de-sac.

She has the perception she may be misunderstood

Her hair undone sleeping with make-up on.

Staying close to gossiping queens

Unfortunate for her the world is too small

the next city big.

She stops to read the text book

and waits for her mom to give her advice.

She looks out the window and doesn’t understand.

She is broken by the world and scared by her past.

If you wait for her to tell you who she is

she may be caught up between “expectation and small town street”.

She wants more without knowing what she wants

and isn’t sure what she has been missing.

She may just be content in living

disconnected from “outsiders” and “others”…

She waits patiently

serving, loving, and doing the same routine.

Never asking questions bliss seems to be

held in the unknown

the misguided

and uninterrupted face of suburbs.

She smiles at her neighbors and longs for true connections

in a place where her heart

can be full and free.

This characterization describes the city I went to school in growing up of Nicholasville. My memories of childhood friend’s mother’s inspired my interpretation of “small town life” neighbors “big city Lexington” on the map. Although diversity has seeped into this community slowly growing up there was extreme segregation. This writing describes what I feel the “mood” of the place at the peak time I spent there. 

-Caroline

Harlan County

She’s got a braid in her hair,

some country boots,

and a sweet scent.

She loves these mountains,

her momma,

and a glass of sweet tea.

You’ll find her

in those mountains,

on the fourwheeler,

with a gun,

or just resting by the creek.

Country music on the radio

with all of her friends

by the fire with a beer.

She’s got the heart

of a fighter and

the soul of a gypsy.

In that jacked up truck

riding shotgun and feet out the window

they don’t slow down for nothin’.

She was raised there in those mountains

and she’s got moonshine in her veins.

Southern hospitality

on her table,

she knows her manners.

Raised right.

She don’t go out

without wavin’ and honkin’

everybody knows her name.

That Southern drawl

will steal your heart

faster than you can blink.

She can bait a hook

and she can load a gun.

Friday night football games

Saturday night bonfires

Sunday morning churches.

She’s got a little bit of devil

in her angel eyes.

She loves them coal miners

keepin’ her lights on.

Flyin’ down a backroad

she hates them city lights.

There ain’t never

a line or a red light

thats too long.

She’s got tan legs

frayed blue jeans

and her shirt tied up just right.

There ain’t nothin

as deep as those hills she’s in.

Cruisin’ the Walmart parking lot

the movies

or just the bypass.

She can hold her own.

She’s a lover

but if you do her wrong

boy, she can be a fighter.

Football makes her crazy

and so does whiskey.

Them city boys

they love her accent

but she don’t like theirs.

She’ll work hard

and you can bet

she won’t stop.

On the lake

is where she wants to be

tanning or fishing or relaxin’

but that comes after work.

She’s always got

that cute little grin

and a kiss that tastes just right.

She’s got a big heart

and she talks slow and sweet.

You might call

where she’s from bloody

but to her

it will always be home.

Harlan.


I was born and raised in Harlan County, KY. It's a very small town Southeast from here, and it's all mountains. There's nothing to do, but we all made the best out of it every day. From football games to bonfires to just being there for each other, me and my friends lived it up there in those hollers and backroads. People have a lot of negative things to say about Harlan, but to me, it is my heart and my home. I'm proud to be a Southern Belle.