I am... I can... I know...
I am a student
I am a sister to five
I am a friend
I am a palestian
I am creative
I am friendly
I am helpful
I am nice
I am sweet
I am me
I can cook
I can make friends
I can talk
I can be funny sometimes
I can read
I can text
I can write
I can help people
I can play games
I can respect others
I know my family loves me
I know I love my family
I know not everyone likes me
I know I'm creative
I know some people can be annoying
I know Ms.Burton has on glasses
I know Santana can be annoying
I know I have a phone
I know I have friends
I know I live in a house
I am a sister to five
I am a friend
I am a palestian
I am creative
I am friendly
I am helpful
I am nice
I am sweet
I am me
I can cook
I can make friends
I can talk
I can be funny sometimes
I can read
I can text
I can write
I can help people
I can play games
I can respect others
I know my family loves me
I know I love my family
I know not everyone likes me
I know I'm creative
I know some people can be annoying
I know Ms.Burton has on glasses
I know Santana can be annoying
I know I have a phone
I know I have friends
I know I live in a house
Big Ten!
- Alliteration: Alaa is Always Annoying/ Super Sobhie Sipped his Soup.
Allusion: West Jeff is like a jail sell._
Figurative Language: Ms Burton is so loud,that you can hear from another city. The classroom books, look like a tournado hit.
Metaphor: Love is two blinded Doves.
Extended Metaphor: A shell that is always hidden, a Lion that protects it's family, come into it's territory and the snail will cause a storm.
Onomatopoeia: The bone craked with a click and snap. The glass cup crashed and shatterd
Personification: My house is so full, that the house is caving in.
Rhyme: The food is so yummy,
the rumble in my tummy,
the desert was gummy.
Repetition: Come in now! only a limited time! to buy some pepsi before it's all gone.
Simile: My dad is strong as an Ox.
The poem Sympathy answers
Symopathy
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Imformation about Dunbar was the son of slaves who escaped using the underground railroad. He worked as a writer and published many poems and short stories. Dunbar explored the themes of slavery and life in the south.
What I liked about the poem was the part where it says the river flows like a stream of glass. The poet is saying he seems to be comparing a caged bird to a human slave. The mood of the poem is unhappy in some parts, others are angry. The phrase of repeating "I know why the caged bird " because he knows how the bird feels.
Alas makes me think that he has been a caged bird too. The speaker seems to be getting angrier, because his images are getting more violent. "Caged bird" seems very desperate to fling a prayer upward. When I read this poem, I felt sadness. I felt this because once I figured out the bird was a metaphor for slaves, it was sad to think about how they wanted to get away but couldn't.
"When the first bird sings and the first bud opes" means the bird sings in the spring and the flowers are blooming. "I know why the caged bird beats his wing/ Till it's blood is red on the cruel bars" means the speaker understands the birds frustration. Bird knows that escape is impossible, but it still beats it's wings against the bar, trying to get out. "It is not a carol of joy or glee/but a prayer that sends from his heart's deep core" mean singing sad songs he wants to be free.
Sympathy
I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals —
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting —
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Imformation about Dunbar was the son of slaves who escaped using the underground railroad. He worked as a writer and published many poems and short stories. Dunbar explored the themes of slavery and life in the south.
What I liked about the poem was the part where it says the river flows like a stream of glass. The poet is saying he seems to be comparing a caged bird to a human slave. The mood of the poem is unhappy in some parts, others are angry. The phrase of repeating "I know why the caged bird " because he knows how the bird feels.
Alas makes me think that he has been a caged bird too. The speaker seems to be getting angrier, because his images are getting more violent. "Caged bird" seems very desperate to fling a prayer upward. When I read this poem, I felt sadness. I felt this because once I figured out the bird was a metaphor for slaves, it was sad to think about how they wanted to get away but couldn't.
"When the first bird sings and the first bud opes" means the bird sings in the spring and the flowers are blooming. "I know why the caged bird beats his wing/ Till it's blood is red on the cruel bars" means the speaker understands the birds frustration. Bird knows that escape is impossible, but it still beats it's wings against the bar, trying to get out. "It is not a carol of joy or glee/but a prayer that sends from his heart's deep core" mean singing sad songs he wants to be free.
Sympathy
I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals —
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting —
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!