This is a poem I made as a final project for my Holocaust Literature class. Read it and tell me your thoughts in the reviews!
I am not a number
I walk down the street among the crowd
They look at me, with glares or uncomfortable glances
As I wear my coat and striped pajamas
The number 240683 was on the front of the shirt
The crowd began to separate as they tried to avoid me
I took a deep breath and looked forward
The soldiers were at the end of the road, guns pointed at me
They shout " Stop, #240683!"
I kept walking forward
Who was that number? It certainly wasn't me
My name is Chayim Fertig
I look at the badge on my shirt
My father's badge was red, my sister and mother's were purple
My brother and I had yellow stars
The soldiers shout "Stay where you are, 240683!"
I stop and glare at them
I take one step forward and reply "My name is not 240683. It is Chayim Fertig."
I hear a loud bang go through the air as I fall to the ground
When I am buried, I want to be known as a human, not a thing
I want to be known as a name, not a number
I am Chayim Fertig, not 240683