Memiors of the Ghetto
I look outside my window
and think-
There is no difference between me and them
but for this wall
There is no difference between my dress and theirs
but for my star
There is no difference between my store and theirs
but for the laws
The wall, the stars, the laws- they make me different
But in my difference,I revel
Forever will I be proud- I am not one of them
I am a Jew!
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