What. Do. You. Mean. By. That?
The poems "From the Dark Tower" and "A Black Man Talks Of Reaping" are heart- touching poems.
Explanation:
These poems are written by Countee Cullen and Arna Bontemps. These poets explain about the feelings of black people and their resentment towards the society.
The poets explain about how the black people in America are slaved and now its time that they have had enough. They will soon start a revolution to fight against this oppression. The poet explains elaborately about the situation by describing how black people do all the handwork and white people reap benefits from it.
- He knows there is someone or something out there that has weird and exceptional abilities.
-He is such an exceptional boy.
- Even an exceptional salesperson has an imperfect memory.
I looked around to see the Munchkins desperately running away, they screamed and rushed into their homes. The summer sun felt hot on my skin. “I thought you said she was dead,” said a girl I’ve never seen before, “that was her sister the Wicked Witch of the East that is the Wicked Witch of the West, she worse than the other one was,” said Glinda. I was in front of a house that had been dropped on my sister only showing her feet. “Who killed my sister,” I growled in a low tone as I stepped closer to Glinda and the unknown girl with two curled pigtails and a little brown dog. “Who killed the wicked witch of the east?” I said louder. The girl stepped back with a feared expression “was it you?” “No… no it was an accident, I didn’t mean to kill anybody!” the girl said, “Well my little pretty, I can cause accidents too!” I was ready to lunge at her but Glinda interrupted, “Aren’t you forgetting the ruby slippers?” Glinda said with a menacing smile. I had wanted those slippers for years now, it has powers greater than the oz. What if I finally am able to get those shoes? I thought for a second. “The slippers, yes the slippers” I crept back to the house that had flatted my sister but as I got close to her feet the ruby slippers disappeared and her legs with stripped stocking shriveled up and under the house. “They’re gone!” I said shocked, “The ruby slippers, what have you done with them?” I stomped back near the two, “give them back to me or I’ll-“ “it’s too late,” Glinda interrupted “there they are and there they’ll stay.” Glinda said gesturing her wand to the auburn-haired girl’s feet. The feet that had MY slippers in them! “Give me back my slippers, I’m the only one who knows how to use them. There no use to you, give them back.” “Keep tight inside of them, their magic must be very powerful, or she wouldn’t want them so badly.” Glinda whispered to the girl, “You stay out of this Glinda or I’ll fix you as well!” Glinda laughed mockingly, “Rubbish, you have no power here, be gone before someone drops a house on you too!” I ducked in fear, “Very well I’ll find my time.” I turned to the girl “And as for you my fine lady, it's true I can’t attend you here and now as I like, but just try to stay out of my way, just try. I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!” I was ready to leave when “wait!” the girl shouted at to me. I turned, “I just want to go home, my names Dorothy and I believe even the wickedest of the witched deserves something to remind her of her sister.” I was wondering where she was going with this. “If you help me find the wizard I’m sure he can get the slippers off my feet and I can go home too!” the idea isn’t half bad I thought. “Very well then,” I said, “let’s find the wizard”
