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 around backyards, listening
to the beads clanging kiss
the crescendo then whispering — this
music celebrating the movement of you
What effect do the words “rhythmically,” “crescendo,” and “movement” have on the overall meaning of the poem?