Poetry - Hanging Fire and We Real Cool

Few things are precisely known to the highest degree the speaker in the poetry Hanging Fire, written by Audre Lorde. In this poem, the speaker is a fourteen year grey-haired colored young woman. She is kinda convening for a girl her sequence; she has a crush on a teenage boy and wears braces to straighten her teeth. This girl has doubt, this is shown in her conjure upment she does relish to do anything. Like about teenagers she compares herself to her peers, question why she isnt on the Math aggroup when grades were better than the male she envied. The teenager in the poem is savour depressed and worthless. Teenagers go done these stages. For example she says suppose I die before beginning they will sing worrying melodies but finally ascertain the truth about me (pg.719 Lorde) this shows how small(a) she returns of herself. She mentions dying repeatedly throughout the poem. She also mentions on foliate 719, and mommas in the bedroom with the door unsympathetic (Lorde) leading the contributor to moot she feels lonely, neglected, and go without notice. She feels she isnt slightly when she speaks of her betraying skin and ashy knees. The reader can also allude that the teenager feels unable to target care of herself in the many a(prenominal) statements that she might die soon, because of the lose of mothers attention. The poem Hanging Fire is quite sad and very currentistic.\nOn another note, the poem We veritable Cool, written by Gwendolyn Brooks, is trivial and sweet, but full of real world youth connect problems. The We in this poem, is septette mob players who have dropped out of school. They watch out this act as a cool thing, like coarse and bad boys. More specifically the we is meant to have the reader think about the validity of the seven pussycat players. The seven pool players are unsure of who they genuinely are, but they dont question it on a daily basis consciously; instead they continually state what makes them cool and how cool they are. The phrasal idiom Live fast, die young, and leave...