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Life Experince of Student Ambassader


I’m standing on people's ashes

Scared and shivering with nothing but a blank mind

Listening to words that paint a devastating image in my head

Walking down the wooden stairs surrounded by filthy brick walls

I wait where men and women were chained in a room of death

Where innocent infants were thrown into the air like a game of skeet

On all sides of me are wooden beds 

Gas-fire chambers

Where families were slaughtered

Dust scattered over my shoes

I become speechless.

 

At the age of 14

Experiencing moments as a student ambassador

An opportunity that I’m grateful for

This day I came to understand

That every victim went through fear

Stages of grief

Every person

Victim or not

Has their own feeling that every person should respect

Lying there looking at the ceiling

Tears running down my face

no one had any idea

“what it feels like to feel alone, feel dead, feel unheard”

as the victims did

Neither did I

The best we can do is try to imagine

and even then we’ll come up short

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