The full moon shines brightly through the trees, making it my only source of light. My heart beats faster than a drum as I walk through the mysterious forest. After hours upon hours of wondering, I stumble upon a shed. Looking at it send shivers down my spine and the feeling of someone watching me strengthens. Not having any other source of shelter, I boldly walk towards the house. My vision starts to darken and my head pounds, but I continue to get closer. I can feel my body shutting down, as if I'm entering a trance. Yet I can't stop walking towards the house. My hand touches the doorknob, but at the same time I feel something touch my shoulder. I glance behind me and there it was. The next thing I knew I blacked out.
This is more of a short ish story that I rushed so you can add or delete anything you dislike, I'm not that good at writing im sorry!
Well definitions can help a lot. I’m not completely sure though
Answer:
tense and unequal.
Explanation:
The excerpt from Langston Hughes' poem "Harlem" shows a speaker who feels that the relationship between whites and African Americans is tense and uneven. This is made clear when the dream of equality for African Americans is always postponed, because whites continue to be favored by society. As a result, African Americans are increasingly distant from being treated as equals and this tense and uncomfortable relationship, where their dreams weigh, sink, dry and explode.
