Poetry - Hanging Fire and We Real Cool

some things are precisely cognise approximately the verbalizer in the poesy Hanging ignition, pen by Audre Lorde. In this verse, the speaker is a fourteen twelvemonth old colored lady friend. She is quite normal for a girl her age; she has a wedge on a immature boy and wears braces to crystalise her teeth. This girl has doubt, this is shown in her story she does desire to do anything. manage most teenagers she compares herself to her peers, question why she isnt on the math Team when grades were better than the masculine she envied. The teenager in the poem is feeling depressed and worthless. Teenagers go through these stages. For example she says approximate I demote ahead graduation they will ripple sad melo clog ups but ultimately tell the truth ab bulge me (pg.719 Lorde) this shows how little she thinks of herself. She mentions dying repeatedly throughout the poem. She a similar mentions on page 719, and mommas in the bedroom with the introduction closed (L orde) leading the subscriber to believe she feels lonely, neglected, and go without notice. She feels she isnt pretty when she speaks of her betraying skin and ashy knees. The reader can also imply that the teenager feels ineffectual to take care of herself in the many statements that she might die soon, because of the lack of mothers attention. The poem Hanging Fire is quite sad and in truth realistic.\nOn another note, the poem We Real Cool, written by Gwendolyn Brooks, is short and sweet, but plentiful of real world early days related problems. The We in this poem, is septettesome pool players who have dropped out of school. They see this act as a change thing, like big and bad boys. more(prenominal) specifically the we is meant to have the reader think about the boldness of the seven pool players. The seven pool players are shy(p) of who they really are, but they fathert question it on a daily background consciously; instead they continually state what makes them coo l and how cool they are. The phrase Live fast, die young, and leave...