Young And Fragile

• Andrew Strickland, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

I was taken from my home,
Taken from my family and friends,
Then cramped into a small shallow carriage,
I wasn’t a normal boy; you to call me "Jew".

I was small and young, but still a "Jew",
I’ve heard other tales before, but none like my own.
Taken to a lab,
They said I would be fine,
They stabbed me.
They gave me disgusting, foreign brew.
My body felt different,
Older.

I am now called a "survivor"
I am horrified, disgusted and alone.
Haunted by death and the smell of burning flesh.