I am a girl from Germany,
People sent me here to stay,
Because my father was a Kommunisten,
And he had to go away,
I was being sent to a foster family,
While both my parents deserted me,
My brother died too,
In my real mother's arms,
On the train to Molching,
Far away from harm,
At his burial I picked up a book,
Half covered in the snow,
The Grave Digger's Handbook,
It had more power than I had known
My new Papa taught me to read it,
The midnight classes after the nightmares,
Mama Rosa said it was a waste of time,
That I should be helping get money for the family,
Than to play soccer with the lemon haired boy,
Rudy Steiner who always wanted a kiss
One day a man appeared on 33 Hammel St,
Swampy eyes and feather hair,
His name was Max,
And we became good friends,
The Wordshaker and the Fistfighter,
He said he was running from the Führer,
Hitler,
It was than that I realized,
He was a Jew
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PoetryI felt like writing these poems for no apparent reason. People read them and said that they were good so here it goes. P.S. I wrote these when I was 12. They are most likely very cringey so forwarning you.
