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eyes rolled up. I froze in my
                                                               Poem paraphrase:


                                                               Emily Dickinson composed                                           place. I was so terrified that I                              Shall I say it again?

                                                               her poem, which is called “I’m

                                                               nobody! Who are you?” Emily                                        couldn’t do anything at the mo-                      There are no unwinnable wars
                                                               Dickinson talks about how                                          ment. She took a knife and                           There are no unlockable doors

                                                               fame is most undesirable. Pri-                                                                                          There are no unrightable wrongs

                                                               vacy is a human right, and                                         stabbed Taylor in his heart re-                      There are no unbeatable odds

                                                               fame robs you of it.  Even in                                                                                           There are no impossible dreams

              I’m Nobody!                                      modern times, with all social                                      peatedly. She took Taylor and                        There are no invisible seams
                                                               media programs and platforms
              Who are you?                                     that lure you into sharing all                                     went back in; and I ran as fast as                   There are no uncriminal crimes




              Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886                     your private information with                                      a cheetah to my house. That                          There are no unrhymable rhymes
                                                               the whole wide world, leaving
                                                               no privacy at all. Celebrities                                     night I couldn’t sleep, I have                       There are no identical twins
          I’m Nobody! Who are you?                             are sick of it, especially sick of                                                                                      There are no incurable ills


          Are you – Nobody – too?                              the paparazzi. Emily Dickin-                                       been quiet for my entire life. I                     Shall I say it again?
                                                               son claims that she’s a nobody                                     didn’t go out of my room, I was
          Then there’s a pair of us!                                                                                                                                                                             Revised by Mr.
                                                               (or wants to be a nobody) and

          Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you                   claims that being famous per-                                      terrified, scared, worried, sad,                                            Khaled Abdelaziz

          know!                                                son is dreary. Everyone wants                                      and I had mental issues.


                                                               to be somebody although it is
                                                               better to be nobody.

          How dreary – to be – Somebody!                                                                                          At the end, the moral of the sto-
                                                               Commentary:

          How public – like a Frog –                           The poetess first claims that                                      ry is that never go to a haunted


          To tell one’s name – the livelong                    she is nobody and she later she                                    house, and never risk others and

          June –                                               asks “are you too?” in clear
                                                               simple language to sound like                                      your life for something useless.
          To an admiring Bog!
                                                               an innocent child speaking.

                                                               She does this to connect with                                      Moreover we should know our
             By:                                               the speaker, make the speaker

             Dhari Al Asfour - 11A                             sympathize even more.  This is                                     priorities and never put our-

                                                               very intentional. This poem                                        selves in danger.

                                                                     gives you the impression


                                                                     that a
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