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.