Yesterday I was reading a short story called, "Who am I without him". Originally I thought that it was a wonderful book. However, after analyzing the story, I realized that this book was designed for women to want a man, or need a man. It was also interesting because the author was a woman. She described a incidence in which a  African American girl loved this man so much to the point she didn't realize who she was anymore. Everything she did was for him. In the end, of course the boy decides to leave her. She tried do hard to get herself back together and she couldn't. She tried to define herself and it all went back to him. After reading the short story, I decided that  would bring it to my girl talk session I hold at Northwest. We all agreed to write a poem that describes what was our worst enemy because in the short story, the girl in the story worst enemy was men.  It was interesting. Many brought up their worst enemy was things like drugs, intercourse, love, intelligence, and etc. Mines was myself.