PLZZ HELPP MEEE EAST 149TH STREET (SYMPHONY FOR A BLACK GIRL) sitting too long skinny cinnamon burnt legs cramped, Momma's thigh suctioned your ear relief was turning your head a new view of the television but nothing was better than matching candy-colored beads symmetrical cornrows braids swinging rhythmically aluminum sneaking its shine through the hair's woven layers and the freedom of skipping on sidewalks, blacktopped driveways, running round backyards, listening to the beads clanging kiss the crescendo then whispering — this music celebrating the movement of you Question: What effect do the words "symphony," "crescendo," and "movement" have on the overall meaning of the poem?