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Masteriza [31]
3 years ago
11

Explain how Cassill and Angelou both develop a common theme in their literary works. Be sure to identify the common theme and us

e evidence from BOTH texts to support your ideas.
English
1 answer:
valkas [14]3 years ago
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Answer:

  • Maya and Cassill are both American writers. They were born at such a time when America was going through a major change regarding justice and inequality among people of different races. These prolific writers heavily wrote about this in their books i.e stories, novels, poetry etc.  
  • <em>Maya Angelou was born on April 4, 1928, while Ronald Verlin Cassill was born on May 17, 1919.  </em>
  • Both these eminent personalities have won many awards. <u>Maya is known for her non-fictional work while Ronald was famous for his modern fiction stories.</u>

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