Stephanie

Survivor

What kind of people are we? You just stepped over bodies. I was very depressed

Why did they hate us all of a sudden? We had no idea where we were. Why are we being kept here?

I became very angry. Why did she die? Why did I survive?

Where is God? God didn’t create this, man created this. The inhumanity of man against man is unbelievable.

Somebody had to plan this. I blame man not God. Everything that meant anything in life to me I was going to leave behind.

I just can’t believe it Survivors, never give up  A horrendous journey, absolutely full of dead bodies

Survivors, so close to death Holocaust, embedded into our bodies The word Jew doesn’t exist

A free human being again This day I cannot forget

I revolved my poem around the theme of survival. The few who were able to survive, had to be strong. I tried to place the lines in an order that could take you through the journey. Starting a little at the beginning, through the confusion and deaths, and ending with freedom. I used a lot of rhetorical questions because everyone being kept at the camps probably had a bad feeling. The feeling of confusion, especially the child prisoners, and the feeling that no one will explain to them what is happening.