Fusco

Samantha Fusco Found Poem


 * Searching for Hope **

Closure is what we want Explanations are what we need Lies were told We still don’t know why.

Separated from their families: They lost everything. I clutched my diamonds, In one hand, swallowing them each day.

I prayed to wake up at home, In my warm bed. Mom making breakfast, Edith dancing everywhere

Seeing the shaved head. And striped pajamas that my father wore Made me want to give up right there, Especially when his tear rolled down his cheek.

Anja got me through the day. The bread was no good, And it was hard to get. And constant hiding took its toll.

I had nobody. I was all alone, Surrounded by thousands of people, In these barracks.