The first time I saw it,
I thought what could it be.
Then my mother told me,
"Baby, they're breaking it".
The question kept replaying in my little mind,
With words and sentences in my native tongue.
My mom kept putting white, distinctive smell,
Which reminded me... of hell.
She took the mirror and made me hold it,
With shaking hands and breaking heart.
I looked at my reflection,
Seeing another one, who's not ready to give up.
"Mommy, am I free? Does the pure word now involve me?"
I asked her as she wiped her tears away.
She looked away with pain...
All she could say was "Trust me, I'll keep you safe".
And then I understood,
What it feels like to be a Jew.
I had to hide my small brown curls,
I had to hide my thoughts in language that I loved.
My oval blue eyes filled up with tears,
Remembering my father who died with fear.
His voice still fill my head,
When I was on my way to infinite slave.
"They're here, my love, that's it.
They'll kill us, you will see.
Your mother will always stay with you,
But remember, sweetheart, that you are just a Jew".
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In My Blood
PoetryIf it is in my blood, It flows as easily as it seems. Much darker shades keep mixing with the ones That are much lighter than once before. It's in my blood, I can feel the pulse around the walls Just like that night I heard your heartbeat on the dis...
