I am, I can, I Know
I am Felecia Hankerson
I can party all day
I know alot about my friends
I am mean, sweet, and nice
I can be wild
I know i'm bless
I am a loveable person
I can speak my mind
I know how to work technology
I can party all day
I know alot about my friends
I am mean, sweet, and nice
I can be wild
I know i'm bless
I am a loveable person
I can speak my mind
I know how to work technology
I KNOW
I know how to read
I know my math, little bit
I know how to work technology
I know alot about my friends
I know that I have a good home
I know I'm bless
I know I want to go to college
I know I'll pass high school
I knowI'm special, unique
I know my math, little bit
I know how to work technology
I know alot about my friends
I know that I have a good home
I know I'm bless
I know I want to go to college
I know I'll pass high school
I knowI'm special, unique
I CAN
I can cook
I can text 24/7, and fast
I can speak my mind
I can dance
I can be slow
I can spend all day eating and sleeping
I can be wild
I can party all day
I can see, taste, smell, and touch
I can be who ever I choose to be
I can text 24/7, and fast
I can speak my mind
I can dance
I can be slow
I can spend all day eating and sleeping
I can be wild
I can party all day
I can see, taste, smell, and touch
I can be who ever I choose to be
I AM
I am Felecia Hankerson
I am the daugther of Fonteechio Degree
I am a smart, short girl
I am bestfriend of Roneika
I am friendly and crazy
I am mean, sweet, and nice
I am a loveable person
I am a reader
I am a texter
Most of all I AM ME !
I am the daugther of Fonteechio Degree
I am a smart, short girl
I am bestfriend of Roneika
I am friendly and crazy
I am mean, sweet, and nice
I am a loveable person
I am a reader
I am a texter
Most of all I AM ME !
Paul Laurence Dunbar is a poet, he wrote a poem called Sympathy and many more. Mr. Dunbar was the son of slaves, who escaped using the underground railroad. He worked as a writer and published many peoms and short stories. Mr. Dunbar explored the themes of slavery and life in the south.
This peom "Sympathy" is about a caged bird but not literally.Its the subject of the poem. This poem has a repetition of a phrase "I know why the caged bird." Its a three stanzas with seven lines in each also have a ryhme scheme, abaabcc.
In this poem I like that it rhymed and easy to read. The poet seems to be comparing a caged bird to a human slave. It's sad in some parts and angry in others. Some phrases he repeats because he feels like the caged bird. I know that the caged bird feel alas. Alas makes me think he has been a caged bird too.
"Till its blood is red on the cuel bars"
The speaker seems to be getting angier because his images are getting more violent.
"But a plea that upward to near the flings"
The caged bird seems very desperate to fling a prayer upward.
When I read this poem, i felt as if the caged bird was me, sad and fustrated. I felt this way because i understand whats going on, that he didnt have no freedom, he was lonely. The speaker feel about slavery that it shouldnt be happening and its absoultely wrong. I know this because he was raise up around it and thats what this poem "Sympathy" is based on.
"When the first bird sings and the first bud opes"
Refreing to spring the first sings and the first flower bloom.
"I Know why the caged bird beats his wing/till its blood to red on the cuel bars"
He was trying to escaped out the caged but cant, so he hits his wings on the bars so much its just kept bleeding.
"Its not a carol of joy or glee/ but a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core"
Its not a happy joyful song, instead its a prayer that one day he will be set free.
Simile
-The river flows like a stream of glass.
Metaphor
-Caged bird= slaves or African Americans who are not free.
Rhyme
-Alas, grass, and glass.
Imagery
-First bird sings (hearing), the first bud opes (sight), and faint perfume from (smell).
Repetiton
-I know what the caged bird feels.
Related to caged bird:
1. Maya Angleou
2. Staying home when mother dont let you go to the movies
3. In School Suspenion
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
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