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The Girl I See

Jewish Girl in WWII

By Mackenzie RosePublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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As I look into my mirror,

I see a face.

A face of a girl,

That looks like me.

She stares back at me,

With a hollowed and pale complexion.

Her eyes are full of sorrow,

And a story placed on her lips.

I see her house and her room,

A cat lying on her bed.

Lavender is everywhere,

It was her favorite color.

She went to school,

I see her wearing her uniform.

Her favorite subject was math,

She liked numbers.

I see soldiers,

Walking up and down the streets.

They are in full uniform,

That has a weird design on their arms.

I watch her play outside,

And come bounding in to grab her dolls.

But only to find her mother sewing,

Armbands with their star on them.

Things start to change,

People don't go outside anymore.

I watch the soldiers march out the window,

They have anger seething from their eyes.

Everyone is wearing the armbands,

No one looks happy.

I see her packing her things,

But leaving her dolls behind.

I watch her family get separated,

Only her and her mother are together now.

Their belongings are taken,

But they are told they will get them back.

She gets pushed onto a train,

With hundreds of other women.

The smell of urine and death fills the hot cab,

A tear slides down her face as she counts to one hundred.

The train stops,

The doors are pulled open.

The women all stare into the world with open eyes,

They look like scared raccoons.

The soldiers aren't nice,

They push and shove.

They make them wear old clothes,

She cried when they cut her hair.

I watch as she becomes skinnier,

I feel her hunger pains.

She works all day,

She lost some of her fingernails.

I watch as she looks for her mother,

But can't seem to find her.

I feel how sad she is,

But she can't cry anymore.

I see the soldiers making them line up,

Yelling at them in German.

She thinks that they are going to march,

But she doesn't know German very well.

Her feet are swollen,

They walked a long time.

The soldiers had them stop,

And go inside a big building.

The doors slam loudly,

And it becomes very dark.

I hear a hissing sound,

And it starts to smell funny.

I see her face again,

In my mirror.

Her skeleton face,

And colorless skin.

This girl looks like me,

But we are two different people.

This girl stares at me,

And I can feel her pain.

This girl is in my mirror,

And I can see her life.

This girl is dead,

And I begin to cry.

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About the Creator

Mackenzie Rose

Special education teacher 👩‍🏫, animal lover ❤️, big sister🙋🏻‍♀️, pro earth 🌏, otter enthusiast✌🏻, consistent napper 😴, taco devotee 🌮, wife 💍. Sensitive soul who observes everything. 🦋Forgives but never forgets. 💐

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