This poem elaborates about my experiences being employed at Casa Esperanza in Santa Barbara, CA. I was employeed there from July 22 to August 22, 2006. I resigned yet there have me there as being terminated.

This was written for my ninth grade english anthology project. The criteria was to write a collection of poems on any “American” Theme in which I chose racism against the black race. Although I wasn’t African-American, I studied and understood enough to realize what they went thru, and I am Hawaiian (or mexican to some white people)enough to face the slightest amounts to what african-americans faced all those decades ago… well it actually still existed prominently in the 60s and such and still so today but…

Human Implosives is a sonnet (i think) reflecting the anger on both sides of the civil rights movement. Please note there is no message in this poem, it’s more like a narrative as do most of my poems.

I have just recived new’s from my true friend Hilary Clinton that President Obama is not the man who has been runniong this country this past year.

Poem.

I don’t know if these people are naturally annoying, if they’re trying to be helpful in some bizarre way or if they have orders from their managers to talk this way, but they would make their job a lot easier and would be more helpful to the customer if they’d learn to close their mouths and open their ears.

About the civil war.

Everything around me looked horrible.

I wrote a rather short poem.

Poem written after President Obama’s inauguration.

For the happy couple.