Nazi
My phone chimes,
As I walk down
The grey walled corridor
“Hab dich lieb”
I try to
Conceal my voice
To shrink it
So no one will notice
Cocked heads rotate
In my direction
A single word
Rolling off their tongue
“Nazi”
Raised eyebrows
With contorted faces
Twisted and
Turned in disgust
The weight of a
War crime is rested
On the shoulders
Of a ten-year-old child
They see
An endless sea of bodies
Soaked in blood and tears
Prompting them to
Point their fingers to
A little girl,
Oblivious to the
Known fact
Their looks
Yell a conviction
“Germans are murderers”
They can’t see me,
Trembling with fear
To them
I am a beast
Born of hatred
Words that made me
An outcast
Alone on an island,
Miles from shore
Saying “I love you”
Made me
Less
Then human.
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