3 Themes And 3 Characters In Native Son By Richard Wright

3 THEMES:-

1) Capitalism and Communism, both concepts are very wide in the novel in terms of authority over economic resources. Native Son by Richard Wright has much of capitalist effects in the narrative. Dalton family and Buckley family are good instance of those living in the capitalists paradise while the Thomas family is on the communist side. The concept of capitalism favoured the Dalton but not the Thomas which could be one of the reasons associated to emergence of other themes.

2) Fear, among the themes of Native Son by Richard Wright shows that violent acts in the narrative are preceded by fear.

3) Discrimination and Oppression, pointing how the blacks were oppressed and discriminated against by the whites even to the level of touch.
3 CHARACTERS:-
1) Mrs. Dalton, the wife of Mr. Dalton, the rich White  American family.
2) Gus, one of the Bigger’s gang member.
3) Buddy, in the story, Buddy was always in support of Bigger’s actions.

SOURCE:- everyway2 blog

A New Kind Of Rhyme

youwords

You meet someone
tell him or her
a rhyme is a reserved hymn

explain him or her
the slant rhyme
perfect rhyme
within and outside rhyming
scheme
I can rhyme

I can rhyme and revive
Martin Luther King Junior

I can rhyme and revive
the modern mind slaving
raving

Or should I rhyme the kind of
rhyme
the king will dance and doff his
crown?

Or should I rhyme the kind of
rhyme
the queen will drop the crown and
marry me clown?

This kind of rhyme
is emotional rhyming
like crying
loving
missing someone so dearing
I can rhyme

I can rhyme the kind of
rhyme
that if I do this kind of
rhyming
like liming
and climbing
and chiming
the trees will begin crying

The deers will begin living in nests

And the cats will begin flying the skies
like sparrows and skylarks

So flying and singing in the skies
oh! mind you, my guy;
this kind of rhyme
is not an ordinary eye.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Your Brain Is Long Overdue

I’m a human being

You’re still asking I’m of which country
We’re of the same one

You’re still asking I’m of which religion
We’re of the same one

You’re then asking I’m of which communion
We’re of the same one

You’re now asking if I’m born again or not
What question is that, are you insane?

Madam!
You know
I need this job
Please, judge my certificate

Why use religion a weapon
To discriminate?

I swear
Your brain is long overdue
You need to take shampoo
And wash off your brain
Like hair

MY LIPS (A Poem by Gladys May Casely Hayford 1904 -1950 )

This verse

You must have seen

Before for sure

But my notion I

Will make thee know;

Lips I hold in light esteem

Until she

May Casely

Gladys, the poetic deity wrote

Of lips so ecstatic blowing my mind away

Far away

Each day by day I

Recite this:

  “My lips were buds of innocence until
you
came one day
And drew a fountain from my heart and
careless went your way,

My lips were hungry, eager flowers
curved
in ecstatic bliss
To gather the soft sweetness of my next
lover’s kiss.

My lips were luscious ripeness of a
crushed
and poisoned vine
When you bent your lips upon me and
my soft
ones clung to thine

My lips are withering fading flowers, full
weary unto death
Dew without moisture is thy kiss; wind
without heat thy breath.

A fugitive tear wells up from my eyes
and
is secretly, silently shed.

Are lips that once were innocent, so
withered, so parched, so dead?”

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

http://345pot.blogspot.com

THE BLIND TEST

English: African Hut at Bana, a small village ...

In the desert behind Kastina

There lived a blind man in the year 1999

 

In a hut there by himself

He lived alone like an outcast

Always willing to greet the passers-by

 

Good day, passers-by, please identify your gender

Whether single lady maybe ugly I do not mind…

Volunteer to be my wife to share this hut of mine

 

Yet in that year 1999

That man living alone and blind

Always received a disappointing replies

 

“Who will marry a wretch that cannot see?”

“Abomination! It won’t speak well of me”

Some will even say:

“I’ll rather remain spinster

Than to marry thee”

 

Until one fateful day

When sun shining up ahead was that of hell

 

The passer-by was a girl of eighteen

Spotless like faery with Shakira hips

Looking like a queen

 

The young lass of eighteen replied:

“Man! Be mindful of the song you sing that comes not from the heart”

 

The lonely blind man replied:

“I see not what I speak, but what I speak is the message from my heart”

 

The young lass of eighteen replied:

“Man! I’ve loved thee since fourteen and I’m done hiding it;

So if truth be what you speak then so be it.”

 

A week after sharing his hut with the girl

The blind man removed his sun glass of disguise

Ah! Never was he blind, what a surprise!

 

Took the girl by hand to the big city of Kastina

Where waited his castle with flashy cars;

The blind man said to the girl:

Only you believe love can be blind

So as a reward for true love,

In this my castle shall we live till we die.

 

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

https://345poet.wordpress.com

Blind?
Blind? (Photo credit: shrff)

IF MAD I AM

I, samueldpoetry,
while liked by many
Some heads still hear my
Poem to call it nonsense

Nonsense is
The duty of mad men
And if mad I am then
Here’s the verse you’ll hear from me and myself:

“Wednesday is the last year of the month
The summer sunny rainy month when what you zip you will sow

The month no living will zip cow and sow camel
Or rear a herd of beans and gain a thousand crate of maize-pullet or dow

For whatever you shallow you shall rip in no fold.”

How does that make sense?

IF MAD I AM

I, samueldpoetry,
while liked by many
Some heads still hear my
Poem to call it nonsense

Nonsense is
The duty of mad men
And if mad I am then
Here’s the verse you’ll hear from me and myself:

“Wednesday is the last year of the month
The summer sunny rainy month when what you zip you will sow

The month no living will zip cow and sow camel
Or rear a herd of beans and gain a thousand crate of maize-pullet or dow

For whatever you shallow you shall rip in no fold.”

How does that make sense?