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BUCKWHEAT'S LAMENT My family tells me this white gang I run with will Grow up, and leave me behind. Our bones Will change, and so will their affection. I will Be a childlike man who lives in a shack. Just Wait, they promise, my hair will become Hoo-doo. The white girls will deny how we rassled, What we saw. They laugh Wait 'till you're grown. And I hear this sad place At the middle of that word where they live, Where they wait for my skin to go sour. Written by Cornelius Eadyposter yourself
This poem is talking about a person living in the past and being a child. Everyone around him is telling him to grow up and get on with his life. You can't stay in the past forever; life moves on.
This poem is talking about a person living in the past and acting like a child. Everyone around him is telling him to grow up and get on with his life. You can't stay in the past forever; life moves on.
Cornelius Eady: Buckwheat's Lament
Created By: Ashley Mayer
Personification- '...wait for my skin to go sour.' This is written as a short story that gives us a lesson on life.
