im writing a speech and i need to add what poetic devises i have used in my...

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Emmali

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...poem not quite sure which? the poems called The Pain

My name is Bree,

My arms are broken like a branch snapping off a tree

I can not fight

The pain to live

As the presence of abuse, attacks at me

I hear him curse me

So I purse myself against the wall,

Tall, buff abuse walks through the door

Hiding from his evil eyes

He finds me weeping

And stares at me

Why?

I feel a knife dig through my chest,

The pain inside gets worse and worse

As I drop lifeless to the floor,

Groping my body, I don’t want this anymore!

My name is Bree,

I am three

And on this night

My daddy murdered me.
 
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