Read the excerpt below and answer the question. the first visit i make to my birthplace i’ll peel from the wall that ashamed look of my mother and there where the bold rhythm of my pulse began i’ll make confession: my clear hands bear no urge to clench and strike brawling drunk isn’t my language i take no pride in killing male supremacy never fattened me at its table in at least one hundred words, tell why saffarzadeh feels that she must “make confession” in “birthplace.” how is the tone in this excerpt different from the beginning of the poem?