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The colour I have chosen that I think best represents this poem is pink. This colour can have a meaning of gratitude, and appreciation, two aspects that are part of the moral of the story. The moral of the story could be to be grateful for the world around you and appreciate the little things that are part of life. This message is emphasised throughout the entire poem. For instance, the word 'remember' is written in every single line of the poem, and is extremely repetitive. 'Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe.' Or 'Remember you are all people and all people are you.' This makes the word 'remember' to be stuck in the reader's mind after reading this poem, which can make us feel thankful for the world around us.

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Remember the sky that you were born under,

know each of the star's stories.

Remember the moon, know who she is.

Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the

strongest point of time. Remember sundown

and the giving away to night.

Remember your birth, how your mother struggled

to give you form and breath. You are evidence of

her life, and her mother's, and hers.

Remember your father. He is your life, also.

Remember the earth whose skin you are:

red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth

brown earth, we are earth.

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their

tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,

listen to them. They are alive poems.

Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the

origin of this universe.

Remember you are all people and all people

are you.

Remember you are this universe and this

universe is you.

Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.

Remember language comes from this.

Remember the dance language is, that life is.

Remember.

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Remember-Joy Harjo Symbol: Growing plant

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Remember-Joy Harjo Symbol: Growing plant

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A symbol for this poem can be a growing plant. This can represent the life and nature around us, and how they deserve to be appreciated. This is relevant as the moral of the story is to take a pause in life, and express gratitude and appreciation to the little things, like nature. 'Remember the plants, trees, animal life who have their histories too, too.' This is an example of a line in the poem where the poet is telling the reader to remember the nature's history and relation, and connect with them, as they play an important role in our life.

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A sound for 'Remember' can be the wind blowing. The sound of the wind blowing can create a sense of peace and serenity which is the mood throughout the poem. When observing the world and place around us, and connecting to nature and people, it feels like you are at peace, at ease, just like how the wind blows. In addition, the wind blowing is one of the things that the poet is telling the reader to remember: 'Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe,' also making it an important part in the poem.

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Volcano surfing

is a sport in which a person

rides down an active volcano

at speeds up to 50 miles per hour

using nothing but a wooden board.

When I heard about this activity,

I thought to myself,

it must be nice to feel so safe,

you have to invent new ways to

put yourself in danger.

When the body

thinks it may be swallowing its last breath,

the adrenal glands release hormones into the blood,

the skin becomes a cocktail of sweat and fear,

the heart gets claustrophobic,

the lungs become newlyweds

holding hands in a crashing airplane.

This is called an adrenaline rush.

I was 18 when I started driving.

I was 18 the first time I was pulled over.

It was 2 am on a Saturday.

The officer spilled his lights all over my rearview mirror,

he splashed out of the car with his hand already on his weapon,

and looked at me the way a tsunami looks at a beach house.

Immediately, I could tell he was the kind of man

who brings a gun to a food fight.

He called me son

and I thought to myself,

that’s an interesting way of pronouncing “boy.”

He asks for my license and registration,

wants to know what I’m doing in this neighborhood,

if the car is stolen,

if I have any drugs

and most days, I know how to grab my voice

by the handle and swing it like a hammer.

But instead,

I picked it up like a shard of glass.

Scared of what might happen if I didn’t hold it carefully

because I know that this much melanin

and that uniform is a plotline to a film that

can easily end with a chalk outline baptism,

me trying to make a body bag look stylish for the camera

and becoming the newest coat in a closet full of RlP hashtags.

Once, a friend of a friend asked me

why there aren’t more black people in the X Games

and I said, “You don’t get it.”

Being black is one of the most extreme sports in America.

We don’t need to invent new ways of risking our lives

because the old ones have been working for decades.

Jim Crow may have left the nest,

but our streets are still covered with its feathers.

Being black in America is knowing there’s a thin line

between a traffic stop and the cemetery,

it’s the way my body tenses up

when I hear a police siren in a song,

it’s the quiver in my stomach when a cop car is behind me,

it’s the sigh of relief when I turn right and he doesn’t.

I don’t need to go volcano surfing.

Hell, I have an adrenaline rush every time an officer

drives right past without pulling me over

and I realize

I’m going to make it home safe.

This time.

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Adrenaline Rush-Rudy Francisco Colour: Red

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Adrenaline Rush-Rudy Francisco Colour: Red

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The colour red can symbolise fear, alarm, and panic which are the main emotions that this person experiences in this poem. 'I don’t need to go volcano surfing.' This statement emphasises that this person does not invent new ways to put themself in danger. They already constantly feel like they are. In this poem, the stereotypes, racism and differences causes police officers to be more brutal and especially attentive to black people in America. This causes these people to experience fear, panic and anxiety every time they past by. 'Hell, I have an adrenaline rush every time an officer drives right past without pulling me over...' These lines show how this person is extremely alarmed and panicked when a police officer pasts by, and describes it as an adrenaline rush.

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Adrenaline Rush-Rudy Francisco Symbol: hand fist

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Adrenaline Rush-Rudy Francisco Symbol: hand fist

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A symbol for this poem is a hand fist. This portrays the Black Lives Matter movement, which is the message that this poem is trying to convey to the reader. This poem's aim is to let the reader stand in the shoes of a black person, and experience their life in a world where they are not the same as other people around them. For example, it states: 'Once, a friend of a friend asked me why there aren’t more black people in the X Games and I said, 'You don’t get it.” Being black is one of the most extreme sports in America. We don’t need to invent new ways of risking our lives because the old ones have been working for decades.' This shows that being black is already extremely hard, it is already life risking, and they don't need to enter a sport like X Games to go and risk their life, as they are already being discriminated and tortured in their day to day lives. Furthermore, they describe: 'Hell, I have an adrenaline rush every time an officer drives right past without pulling me over and I realise I'm going to make it home safe. This time.' Similarly, this emphasises how scared they are when an American police past by, as they are aware of the police brutality because of their skin colour. In addition, it compares the feeling to an adrenaline rush, making the reader understand the extreme emotions that they are feeling in that moment. Gathering all of this information, we can tell that the reader is trying to put the reader in their shoes to empathise with them and show how bad their life is in America, and this can therefore be compared to a fist, as it displays the black lives matter movement to fix this issue.

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Adrenaline Rush-Rudy Francisco Sound: Alarm ringing

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Adrenaline Rush-Rudy Francisco Sound: Alarm ringing

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A sound that can symbolise this poem is an alarm ringing. This sound portrays the alarms and panic attacks that black people in this poem experience when police officers past by them. In America where everyone is mostly white, black people are treated more harshly by police offices due to stereotypical reasons. They see them all of them as bad people based on their looks. This can be seen when they say: 'The officer spilled his lights all over my rearview mirror, he splashed out of the car with his hand already on his weapon, and looked at me the way a tsunami looks at a beach house.' This communicates to the reader that the police is being very defensive, as they are already pulling out the gun. Furthermore, it compares the way the policeman looked at the person to a tsunami hitting a beach, indicating that it was strong, stern and brutal. The way the main character reacted to this situation was described as: '...most days, I know how to grab my voice by the handle and swing it like a hammer. But instead I picked it up like a shard of glass. Scared of what might happen if I didn't hold it carefully...'. This shows they were so panicked and felt so vulnerable, to an extent that they just didn't know what to say. Therefore, the alarm ringing can portray the alarming feelings they experience.

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A wall is like a knife

It slices a city in half

One half is on the east

The other half is on the west

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How tall is this wall?

How thick is it?

How long is it?

Even if it were taller, thicker and longer

It couldn’t be as tall, as thick and as long

As China’s Great Wall

It is only a vestige of history

A nation’s wound

Nobody likes this wall

.

Three metres tall is nothing

Fifty centimetres thick is nothing

Forty-five kilometres long is nothing

Even a thousand times taller

Even a thousand times thicker

Even a thousand times longer

How could it block out

The clouds, wind, rain, and sunshine of the heavens?

.

And how could it block out

The currents of water and air?

.

And how could it block out

A billion people

Whose thoughts are freer than the wind?

Whose will is more entrenched than the earth?

Whose wishes are more infinite than time?

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A colour for this poem could be grey. Grey can symbolise loneliness, isolation and emptiness, which is the mood in this poem. In the first line it states: 'A wall is like a knife. It slices a city in half...' This emphasises that they are dismally separated, as they are comparing this to a knife, which is extremely sharp and painful. Furthermore, it says 'As China's Great Wall. It is only a vestige of history. A nation's wound. Nobody likes this wall.' This shows how a wall which is located in China is the nation's pain, the nation's suffering, suggesting that they are experiencing isolation which is something that they do not want.

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The question mark can represent the questions that are wondered in this poem. In the second half of the poem, it was questioning the ability of the protection of China's Great Wall. 'How can it block out the currents of water and air?' How could block out a billion people whose thoughts are freer than the wind?' 'Whose wishes are more infinite than time?' These are some of the wonderings this person has in the poem, which are questioning whether this wall is really capable of dividing the country. Are they able to block out the loud and demanding thoughts that are freer than wind, which are able to escape this wall? Are they really able to block out the dying desire of people's wishes?

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Whoi! Mother, father, mi baby – gone

Whoi! Sister, brother, mi uncle – gone

Whoi! Daughter, mi son, mi family – gone

Whoi! What stain have I bestowed?

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She held her son, the flesh melted from his bones,

Tears streamed down her cheeks, like raindrops down the window screen.

Unexplainable, undeniable, but beneath the ground he must go

– Singing, mourning, cries of pain –

Who next will suffer this dreadful stain?

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The sunset kisses the Blue Mountain range,

Darkness covers the Kingston plains.

Tomorrow we shall start again –

Who next will suffer this dreadful stain?

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The sun seeps over the Caribbean Sea,

Today my brother I shall not see.

Like the petals from roses – gone too soon –

Red ribbons I left on his tomb.

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Technique used: simile

Evidence: Tears streamed down her cheeks, like raindrops down the window

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General function of a simile: Similes are a type of figurative device that are used in many different texts. The main use of similes are to provide the reader a more vivid and detailed visualisation of the noun being described in the text, by comparing it to another object. Furthermore, it can provide the reader a more enjoyable experience when reading the text as they are more engaged, as they are able to have a better understanding of the scene.

Specific effect: The simile used in this specific line in the poem compares the two qualities of the tears and the raindrops. It makes this scene more vivid and alive, as the reader is able to visualise it better with this comparison.

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Meaning + Purpose: The simile describes the way the mother's tears were streaming down her cheeks: quickly and rapidly, just like how raindrops drip down the window screen. Furthermore, it can also emphasise the size of her tears. Raindrops are relatively large, meaning that her teardrops was also this size. This mimics that her teardrops were heavy and dripped down rapidly, conveying to the reader that she was miserable and heartbroken that she must leave her son.

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Bees

have small furry pelts

hard to keep from getting sticky.

Their languages

are dance and telepathy.

Inside each bee

is delicate machinery

a noisy watch mechanism.

Some kamikaze freely for the Empress.

Others, at the end, look back with pride

on an 8 oz jar in the supermarket.

Inside each bee

is delicate machinery

a noisy watch mechan

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The sound that can represent this poem is a knife slicing. This is a sound in the poem can symbolise how a knife slices the city in half, and how this is painful. 'A wall is like a knife. It slices a city in half.' The first line literally states that a knife separates the city, and causes them to isolate. Furthermore, this sound can also suggest that it is painful, as it is wounding if a knife literally slices you. 'A nation's wound. nobody likes this wall.' This indicates that these walls are wounding, they are a pain and are greatly disliked. For that reason, we can conclude that a knife slicing is a great sound that can portray the pain they experience when separated.

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Technique used: metaphor

Evidence: Inside each bee is a delicate machinery

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General function of a metaphor: Metaphors have a similar function as a simile, they both compare two things together. They allow us to make connections between two different things that may not be related. Furthermore, they allow us to have a better connection with the text, as they enable us to have a better vivid image of what is happening. In addition, they also make the text more interesting, as we are able to think outside the box rather than always having literal meanings.

Specific effect: The metaphor in the text is used to describe how the insides of each bee are like. By doing this, they say that the inside of bees are a delicate machinery, even though there isn't a literal machinery inside.

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Meaning + Purpose: The comparison between bees and delicate machineries can suggest that the interior of bees are intricate, complex and fragile. This shows one part of the bees' important features.

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The ghastly wind blows against window sills

Clouds are filled with depression and sorrow,

with rain pounding heavily against the stone cold concrete

While in the midst of gloom,

houses in the neighbourhood are filled with laughter

Children are giggling

Drinks are clinking

And party poppers are popping

The sun is out in the house

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My 16-month old daughter wakes from her nap

and cries. I pick her up, press her against my chest

and rub her back until my palm warms

like an old family quilt. “Daddy’s here, daddy’s here,”

I whisper. Here is the island of Oʻahu, 8,500 miles

from Syria. But what if Pacific trade winds suddenly

became helicopters? Flames, nails, and shrapnel

indiscriminately barreling towards us? What if shadows

cast against our windows aren’t plumeria

tree branches, but soldiers and terrorists marching

in heat? Would we reach the desperate boats of

the Mediterranean in time? If we did, could I straighten

my legs into a mast, balanced against the pull and drift

of the current? “Daddy’s here, daddy’s here,” I

whisper. But am I strong enough to carry her across

the razor wires of sovereign borders and ethnic

hatred? Am I strong enough to plead: “please, help

us, please, just let us pass, please, we aren’t

suicide bombs.” Am I strong enough to keep walking

even after my feet crack like Halaby pepper fields after

five years of drought, after this drought of humanity.

Trains and buses rock back and forth to detention centers.

Yet what if we didn’t make landfall? What if here

capsized? Could you inflate your body into a buoy

to hold your child above rising waters? “Daddy’s

here, daddy’s here,” I whisper. Drowning is

the last lullaby of the sea. I lay my daughter

onto bed, her breath finally as calm as low tide.

To all the parents who brave the crossing: you and your

children matter. I hope your love will teach the nations

that emit the most carbon and violence that they should,

instead, remit the most compassion. I hope, soon,

the only difference between a legal refugee and

an illegal migrant will be how willing

we are to open our homes, offer refuge, and

carry each other towards the horizon of care.

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Care-Craig Santos Perez-Colour: Dark Blue

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Care-Craig Santos Perez-Colour: Dark Blue

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The colour which I think best represents this poem is dark blue. Dark blue can represent protection and self-doubt, which are two qualities that the father shows throughout the poem. In this poem, the father is constantly doubting himself, doubting his ability to protect his daughter from the escape. The self doubt of the ability to protect his daughter is shown clearly throughout the poem, through numerous questions and worries that are swarming in his mind. 'Yet what if we didn't make landfall?'...'What if we did capsize?'...'Could you inflate your body into a buoy to hold your child above rising waters?', are some of the things he is questioning. These questions are examples of some of the worries and doubts that he has for himself when thinking about escaping with her daughter, and therefore blue is a great colour which matches this.

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A symbol that can represent this poem is a heart. This portrays the loving, caring and compassionate relationship between the father and daughter. The love was expressed throughout the poem in many different ways. For instance, in the second line of the poem, it states: 'I pick her up, press her against my chest and rub her back until my palm warms like an old family quilt.' This shows the care and devotion provided to the child by the father, as he is rubbing her back after she cries. In addition, it compares how warm his rubbing is to an old family quilt, emphasising the action was so warm that it was just like a cosy and warming blanket, showing even more care. Similarly, the father also comforted the child multiple times in the poem saying: 'Daddy's here, daddy's here,' which shows his affection to the child as he is reassuring her that he is there for her. While this is the case, in his mind there are so many swarming worries and fears. This also shows that even though he is distressed and panicked, on the outside, he acts as if there is nothing to worry about in front of the daughter, expressing even more love towards her. Therefore, we can see how a heart is the perfect symbol for this poem as it portrays the overflowing compassion that the father has to his daughter.

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General function of a motif: A motif is a repetitive technique used in literature. It uses repeated phrases, words, or symbols to represent a significant message, usually a specific theme within the text. This enables the reader to constantly be reminded of the theme and message of the text, allowing the reader to understand the text better.

Specific effect: The motif of don't be afraid, don't worry, displays the theme: to stay optimistic even in the hardest and loneliest of times.

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Care-Craig Santos Perez- Sound: A person screaming and yelling

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Care-Craig Santos Perez- Sound: A person screaming and yelling

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A person yelling can be something that represents the poem in different ways. In an analytical form, this sound can represent the doubts and worries that swarm in the father's head, and this can be compared to a person yelling. The overload of negative feelings that goes through his head can be so painful, and can be as if a person was screaming inside his head. Furthermore, in a literal sense, it can also be the sound refugees make when evacuating. The fear and anxiety they experience causes them to scream and shout in terror.

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Ocean, don’t be afraid.

The end of the road is so far ahead

it is already behind us.

Don’t worry. Your father is only your father

until one of you forgets. Like how the spine

won’t remember its wings

no matter how many times our knees

kiss the pavement. Ocean,

are you listening? The most beautiful part

of your body is wherever

your mother’s shadow falls.

Here’s the house with childhood

whittled down to a single red tripwire.

Don’t worry. Just call it horizon

& you’ll never reach it.

Here’s today. Jump. I promise it’s not

a lifeboat. Here’s the man

whose arms are wide enough to gather

your leaving. & here the moment,

just after the lights go out, when you can still see

the faint torch between his legs.

How you use it again & again

to find your own hands.

You asked for a second chance

& are given a mouth to empty into.

Don’t be afraid, the gunfire

is only the sound of people

trying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean,

get up. The most beautiful part of your body

is where it’s headed. & remember,

loneliness is still time spent

with the world. Here’s

the room with everyone in it.

Your dead friends passing

through you like wind

through a wind chime. Here’s a desk

with the gimp leg & a brick

to make it last. Yes, here’s a room

so warm & blood-close,

I swear, you will wake—

& mistake these walls

for skin.

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Technique used: motif

Evidence: Don't be afraid, don't worry

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Meaning + Purpose: This motif represents a theme in the text, which is how you can still be optimistic even in the hardest times. This displays how even though Ocean is miserable and in grief, he still was seeking for hope. He was being optimistic about his loneliness, by reminding himself not to be afraid, not to worry.

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My mother tells me to fix my hair.

And by “fix,” she means straighten. She means whiten.

But how do you fix this ship-wrecked history of hair?

The true meaning of stranded, when trusses held tight like African cousins in ship bellies, did they imagine that their great-grand-children would look like us, and would hate them how we do? Trying to find ways to erase them out of our skin, iron them out of our hair, this wild tangle of hair that strangles air.

You call them wild curls. I call them breathing. Ancestors spiraling.

Can’t you see them in this wet hair that waves like hello?

They say Dominicans can do the best hair.

I mean they wash, set, flatten the spring in any loc — but what they mean is we’re the best at swallowing amnesia, in a cup of morísoñando, die dreaming because we’d rather do that than live in this reality, caught between orange juice and milk, between reflections of the sun and whiteness.

What they mean is, “Why would you date a black man?”What they mean is, “a prieto cocolo” What they mean is, “Why would two oppressed people come together? It’s two times the trouble.”

What they really mean is, “Have you thought of your daughter’s hair?”

And I don’t tell them that we love like sugar cane, brown skin, pale flesh, meshed in pure sweetness. The children of children of fields. Our bodies curve into one another like an echo, and I let my curtain of curls blanket us from the world, how our children will be beautiful. Of dust skin, and diamond eyes. Hair, a reclamation.

How I will break pride down their back so from the moment they leave the womb they will be born in love with themselves.

Momma that tells me to fix my hair, and so many words remain unspoken. Because all I can reply is, “You can’t fix what was never broken.”

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This colour black can symbolise the skin colour of the main character, as well as the discrimination which she experiences because of this colour. For example, in the first few lines of the poem, the mother told the daughter to fix her hair. 'My mother tells me to fix my hair. And by "fix", she means straighten. She means whiten.' This shows how the mother is showing racism towards the daughter because of her appearance and the fact that her hair is black. In addition, they also stated: 'trying to find ways to erase them out of our skin, iron them out of our hair, this wild tangle of hair that strangles air.' This shows how they are trying to erase the black people out of the line of generations, and do whatever it takes to not have any qualities or features that black people have.

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Technique used: Epizeuxis

Evidence: Little by little

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This symbol for this poem can be a hair dye. This can not only represent the literal meaning of the mother wanting the child to fix the hair, but it can also represent the racism and discrimination. (the experience of everyone wanting you change your colour; dye you hair; dye your skin tone). Similar to the colour padlet, they used the same phrases in which can portray this image. 'My mother tells me to fix my hair....'

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Hair- Elizabeth Acevedo Sound: Tangled hair brushing

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Hair- Elizabeth Acevedo Sound: Tangled hair brushing

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The sound of tangled hair which is brushed through can represent the tangle and mess that she is in. The hair is like the 'mess', which is the fact that she is a different colour, the fact that she is black. Although as she is brushing through the hair (trying to fix the messy hair), she realises that the hair cannot be fixed, as it was never broken. Being black is not something to be afraid of, it isn't something that is broken, it is something that you can be proud of. The line in the poem that states: 'you can't fix what was never broken' best summarises this idea.

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You know what it is to be born alone,

Baby tortoise!

The first day to heave your feet little by little from the shell,

Not yet awake,

And remain lapsed on earth,

Not quite alive.

A tiny, fragile, half–animate bean.

To open your tiny beak–mouth, that looks as if it would never open,

Like some iron door;

To lift the upper hawk–beak from the lower base

And reach your skinny little neck

And take your first bite at some dim bit of herbage,

Alone, small insect,

Tiny bright–eye,

Slow one.

To take your first solitary bite

And move on your slow, solitary hunt.

Your bright, dark little eye,

Your eye of a dark disturbed night,

Under its slow lid, tiny baby tortoise,

So indomitable.

No one ever heard you complain.

You draw your head forward, slowly, from your little wimple

And set forward, slow–dragging, on your four–pinned toes,

Rowing slowly forward.

Whither away, small bird?

Rather like a baby working its limbs,

Except that you make slow, ageless progress

And a baby makes none.

The touch of sun excites you,

And the long ages, and the lingering chill

Make you pause to yawn,

Opening your impervious mouth,

Suddenly beak–shaped, and very wide, like some suddenly gaping pincers;

Soft red tongue, and hard thin gums,

Then close the wedge of your little mountain front,

Your face, baby tortoise.

Do you wonder at the world, as slowly you turn your head in its wimple

And look with laconic, black eyes?

Or is sleep coming over you again,

The non–life?

You are so hard to wake.

Are you able to wonder?

Or is it just your indomitable will and pride of the first life

Looking round

And slowly pitching itself against the inertia

Which had seemed invincible?

The vast inanimate,

And the fine brilliance of your so tiny eye,

Challenger.

Nay, tiny shell–bird,

What a huge vast inanimate it is, that you must row against,

What an incalculable inertia.

Challenger,

Little Ulysses, fore–runner,

No bigger than my thumb–nail,

Buon viaggio.

All animate creation on your shoulder,

Set forth, little Titan, under your battle–shield.

The ponderous, preponderate,

Inanimate universe;

And you are slowly moving, pioneer, you alone.

How vivid your travelling seems now, in the troubled sunshine,

Stoic, Ulyssean atom;

Suddenly hasty, reckless, on high toes.

Voiceless little bird,

Resting your head half out of your wimple

In the slow dignity of your eternal pause.

Alone, with no sense of being alone,

And hence six times more solitary;

Fulfilled of the slow passion of pitching through immemorial ages

Your little round house in the midst of chaos.

Over the garden earth,

Small bird,

Over the edge of all things.

Traveller,

With your tail tucked a little on one side

Like a gentleman in a long–skirted coat.

All life carried on your shoulder,

Invincible fore–runner.

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General function of a epizeuxis: Epizeuxises is a form of repetition in literature. The purpose of this technique is to emphasise a specific idea to the reader, or exaggerate something in the text. Furthermore, it can also appeal to the reader by entertaining them, as it is repetitive and may be like a nursery rhyme.

Specific Effect: The epizeuxis in the text can emphasise the tiny steps baby tortoises take when coming out of the shell.

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Meaning + Purpose: This epizeuxis can emphasise how small and tiny the baby steps of the tortoise are when coming out of the shell, which can help describe how dainty and fragile they are.