<span>hazlo tú mismo, sabes cómo hacer este trabajo, ¡ahora hazlo antes de que te denuncien!</span>
Racism is a socially corrosive trait is because we grow up empathizing with other people, with all people regardless of all people and when people are subjected to racist qualities they begin to not be empathetic toward a group of people. Not being empathetic is very degenerating of your conscience, Then people who are being treated like subordinates start to lash out and assimilate all people who are like the one person who treated them in-equally.So people who are racist create a quick downward spiral of peoples trust in people who resemble physically or mentally the people that mistreated them in the first place.
irony (when something opposite of what is expected happens) <span> Thank Heaven! the crisis— The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last— And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. (from “For Annie” by Edgar Allan Poe) You don't expect death to be the end of the crisis. In reading this you would initially think the person got better and was living.
</span><span>synecdoche (when the part represents the whole) </span><span>The western wave was all a-flame The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. (from “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge) This example talks about a wave (part) when the speaker is really talking about the ocean (whole).
</span><span>symbols (one thing represents another) </span><span>Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller’s journey is done; (from “Ah! Sun-flower” by William Blake) In the poem he's using the sunflower as a symbol.
</span>metonymy <span>O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! (from “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats) In the selection, he's not just drinking the wine, he's also drinking everything that went into growing and making the wine.</span>
