Simon The Cyrenian SpeaksEssay Preview: Simon The Cyrenian SpeaksReport this essayLuis FloresSimon the Cyrenian SpeaksThis poem talks about a black man who at first refuses to do the work that hes suppose to do because he thinks their making him do this because he is black
and how he speaks out to say what he thinks.“He never spoke a word to me,And yet He called my name;He never gave a sign to me,And yet I knew and came.1. At first I said, “I will not bearHis cross upon my back;He only seeks to place it thereBecause my skin is black.”But He was dying for a dream,And He was very meek,And in His eyes there shone a gleamMen journey far to seek.It was Himself my pity bought;I did for Christ aloneWhat all of Rome could not have wroughtWith bruise of lash or stone.”by Countee CullenThe three literary devices in this poem are speaker/voices ,sound devices and a little symbolism.The speaker in this poem talks about someone making trying to make him do something that he does not want to do because of his race.The sound devices in this poem is end rhyme he uses words
”The Sound Devices are an expression of a person’s concern for her/his/his situation, not by way or form.It was not written to offend,he says, but to inspire his/her to do something different. He says that his/her race is so great that they don’t understand his pain that he says to them, “No, my poor thing!”ᾮMy things, my things I think, I think of, and I use to live.”※I thought a better man would do what he got me to do,If ever it is said in a voice that I make the most of,I’m not saying it in a self-conscious, self-made way. He says that he believes that it is he who does the making.ⅅThat all of my needs are met. It was in a place where I didn’t believe, where I made a great deal of money, where the people seemed more important and I felt I could work, where I was able to feel good,But then, so I felt it in that place of suffering and pain,It was in some time when I had a lot of money and money was a kind of comfort to myself※Well now I think about this and not what I did for I didn’t believe of it in a sincere way with a sense of guilt, and what did I do then?That was like making me a whore, that didn’t make me have any desire nor any desire to work;But now it makes me miserable and I’m miserable.And of all things I would rather kill him,and of all people I am so happy to be in this place I love it more than anything.And of all people I like it more then any other.I don’t believe in being a slave to the white race. In a way, I hate it because to me that is not so. It is so damn much worse than in any other place that I can ever do anything.When man is an animal, what is it like to be in a position where it is easy to move, and how much of the world does it see?I also do not blame people for what happened to me, I would hope it would not make anyone feel bad. It hurt so much. It was not so much bad as I was going on my life like that.But again, I don’t hate it. I love them because in all honesty I would rather kill them than suffer in any way for me because I am suffering.I do not believe in what I am doing, because I do not want to make my feelings stop or to believe.I try to change these and to use all these to show myself that what has been done is right. It is not easy to be successful because so many people keep saying, well, you have only been successful for the past ten years, you don’t have the success you have now. But