Poetry - Hanging Fire and We Real Cool

a couple of(prenominal) things are precisely cognise almost the vocalizer in the poetry Hanging fuel, written by Audre Lorde. In this song, the speaker is a fourteen family old colored missy. She is kinda normal for a girl her age; she has a take apart on a teenaged boy and wears braces to unwind her teeth. This girl has doubt, this is shown in her parameter she does desire to do anything. analogous most teenagers she compares herself to her peers, question wherefore she isnt on the mathematics Team when grades were better than the young-begetting(prenominal) she envied. The teenager in the poem is feeling depressed and worthless. Teenagers go through these stages. For example she says cypher I belong let out in front graduation they will carol sad melodies but last tell the truth about me (pg.719 Lorde) this shows how little she thinks of herself. She mentions dying repeatedly throughout the poem. She overly mentions on page 719, and mommas in the bedroom w ith the doorway closed (Lorde) leading the reviewer to believe she feels lonely, neglected, and go without notice. She feels she isnt pretty when she speaks of her betraying skin and achromatic knees. The reviewer can also imply that the teenager feels unavailing 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 rattling realistic.\nOn another note, the poem We Real Cool, written by Gwendolyn Brooks, is short and sweet, but adequate of real world young related problems. The We in this poem, is sevener-spot pool players who have dropped out of school. They see this act as a cool thing, uniform big and bad boys. much specifically the we is meant to have the reader think about the validness of the seven pool players. The seven pool players are unsure of who they really are, but they wear outt question it on a daily stern consciously; instead they continually state what m akes them cool and how cool they are. The phrase Live fast, die young, and leave...