Helpp! I’m stuck! Need to write a paragraph about Martin Luther kings Letter from Birmingham, A walk on By, by Brent staples, and the myth of a Latin woman but don’t know how to start it

Iwill give brainliest1.when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see the tears welling up in her little eyes when she is told that fun town is closed to colored children, and see the depressing clouds of inferiority begin to form in her little mental sky… •type of figurative language: •meaning of figurative language: •effect on tone and mood: •effect on audience: 2.like a boil that can never be cured as long as it is covered up but must be opened with all its pus-flowing ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must likewise be exposed, with all of the tension its exposing creates, to the light of human conscience and the air of national opinion before it can be cured. •type of figurative language: •meaning of figurative language: •effect on tone and mood: •effect on audience: 3.over and over again i have found myself asking: "who worships here? who is their god? where were their voices when the lips of governor barnett dripped with words of interposition and nullification? where were their voices of support when tired, bruised, and weary negro men and women decided to rise from the dark dungeons of complacency to the bright hills of creative protest? " •type of figurative language: •meaning of figurative language: •effect on tone and mood:

Martin luther king jr often spoke of a day in the future when he hoped that his children would be judged not by their skin color but instead by their character. write a narrative essay about a moment in your life when you were judged by something other than the content of your character. use narrative techniques to develop experiencies, events, and characters

Explain the effect of the rhetorical questins for the below paragraph."i pinched myself: was i still alive? was i awake? how was it possible that men, women, and children were beiing burned and that the world kept silent? no. all this could not be real. a nightmare soon i would wake up with a start, my heart pounding, and find that i waas back in the room of my childhood, with my "