identify the word order (by line) structure (whole poem) Rhyming scene (by line)Diction (by line) Interpretation (whole poem)Oh How To Find Silence In the Worldby Cirilo BautistaBeing spotted in the color of skin,why I take care in San Francisco,waiting for the bus to Iowa.They say racial prejudice is strong,Negros and not whites kawawa,and because of this they will revolt.I shiver and shiver from fear and hungerbecause I just landed from Tokyo.A Negro came into the station—naka-African hairdo; he holds a smallwhip: it’s scary to look, soI did not look at him. Kumakalansingthe metal on the strings of his shoesand he shouts, “Peace, brothers!” Smiled showingwhite teeth. Looked at me—maybe he laughed at what he saw—a tiny dayuhan, dark and fromsome lupalog. Upside downmy insides went in fright and pulleda cigarette so the redness of my facewouldn’t show. I nahalatathat the Whites there too were quietso quiet, unable to speak in frontof that Negro. Only when he left returnedthe normalcy in the station—othersread again, neighbors gossiped again,laughter, the janitor sweeped again.After a while that Negro passed againtwo white Americanas on each arm,blonde, their beauty with no equal.The janitor stopped sweeping.I thought, “So this is racial prejudice.”
