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Explanation:
Based On The Story, It Could Be Either, Irony,Or/And Foreshadowing, Because I read the story and there didn't seem to be any of the two in there.
The author presents characteristics of Guyana's desolate and dismal landscape as a means to appeal to those who depended on the sugar production business in order to maintain themselves economically, and thus, demonstrating the importance of sugar. The whole purpose of the passage is to provide ethical evidence from the sugar scheme's current situation, presenting information about the moral consequences of this business' downfall; in this case, the economic backlash in the country of Guyana.
The answer is "C". She is talking about being equal with men and she can do as much as they can and that is a struggle because nobody is going to listen to her. I don't see any part that talks about a slave but that option is the most accurate.
Yes, the lady in Cullen's poem is a deeply prejudiced and ignorant person, who doesn't want to really get to know black people as they are. Those prejudices seem to be so deeply engraved in collective memory that black people are associated with slavery, menial jobs, and intellectual inferiority. Hurston argues that media have the power to solve this problem. Hurston writes: "It is assumed that all non-Anglo-Saxons are uncomplicated stereotypes. Everybody knows all about them. They are lay figures mounted in the museum where all may take them in at a glance. They are made of bent wires without insides at all. So how could anybody write a book about the non-existent?"
Similarly, in Cullen's short and poignant poem, the lady believes that even in heaven black people will be assigned the same kind of duty that they have on Earth, in her opinion. It's as if they aren't capable of doing anything else, nor are they entitled to anything else above that.
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The clouds stretched across the sky and they looked so fake yet somehow they were real. That day, I wasn't feeling anything in particular perhaps, I was having mood swings. The darkness tends to cause some sort of sadness within myself and today there was no sun. No sun, just clouds that stretched all the way to China and back. They made me feel like a little person but I remembered that, <em>it's a small world</em>. Nobody was thinking of me at that moment yet I wasn't thinking about anyone either. I felt common, not rare, just common. It seemed that nothing I could do would ever make a change in this world we call home. A song was replaying in my head the lyrics waning in crescendo, "Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, i'm such a fool." What more could I need to feel so lost within my thoughts than being alone with them. I looked up at the roof which extended far, almost too far reminding me of why I chose to live in a mansion. Well, actually I'm not sure why I chose to live in a mansion by myself. As I thought to myself, I only conjured sad thoughts. I felt like crying but only then I would be feeling bad for myself. <em>Rich people aren't supposed to be sad? Not like this aren't they? </em>I wanted to believe that, be like them, everybody else but it was something that I couldn't be. Rich was just a word but It can't describe how I felt. It just described who I was in an aspect of wealth. All alone, I sat in my chair rocking back and forth looking through the isolated and strangely large circular window. Clouds among clouds among more clouds stretching a seemingly endless route. I wish I was up there so I could feel the weightlessness that I so longlessly dreamed about. The weightlessness that brought no sadness, stress, or struggles. Down here I was merely a weight on the world, being of no use to anyone or anything, maybe even a diamond in the rough but if my uniqueness showed then maybe I would actually have potential. Still, that sounded very unlikely. I couldn't honor my myself but the weightlessness of the clouds could. Above those clouds only then would I see the sun once again. How happy would I be? Eternally happy. Only the clouds could make me happy because they looked so fake yet they were real<em> just like myself. </em>
