I cannot explain the feeling that I felt when I saw the poem. This is simpler then other poems, however, I think this poem is more deeply than other poems. I could guess the situation of this period’s Japanese-Americans. They did just usual things, such as go to school, though they were limited just because they were Japanese-Americans. I came up some questions when I saw the poem. “What is Japanese or American?” “What is the nationality?” and “What makes people as a Japanese or American?” When I see somebody who looks Asian face, I regard them as Japanese or Chinese. It’s too rude and sad, because I couldn’t find any answer to the questions, which I came up. I think Japanese-Americans were suffering from a lot of discriminations and stereotype. I can feel their strong will and at the same time, I think they persuaded they are American by themselves.