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She Was Anne
her name was Anne
and she wrote dreams
upon pages;
the kind that roam around your mind
but are always held deep
inside your chest;
and she heaved
under the weight of tears
left uncried
and so many truths
left unsung;
her name was Anne
not of Green Gables
but of Gestapos and Gettos;
not summer getaways
but of guards and gates;
she was Anne of raven hair
with faraway eyes,
on spindly legs
running towards
a woman's curves;
but the hook of her nose
told heritage tales,
that they numbered
with hate
upon her youthful arm;
yet she still dreamed
and wrote,
of longings and yearnings
of the future;
with simplistic thoughts
not comprehending
her reality;
her pen flew across pages,
filled with hope,
yet inked in sadness;
and the winds blew the sheets
upon the prejudice
that surrounded her;
without effect
she was Annie to parents
who saw only the past
of a little girl
with shiny new shoes
pink bows
and capped teeth;
the shoes went into piles,
bows flew upon the breeze
and the teeth
shone only in fillings
of melted gold
instead of smiles;
she was the promise
of a woman's secrets,
yet to be revealed
and enjoyed,
upon silken thighs;
with desired weight
pressing love
upon waiting lips;
she was humanity
destroyed by
inhumanity;
as the world watched
little girl tears
float away,
into subconsciousness,
where we didn't have to
feel them or hear
their weeping moans;
she was a star
from the family of David;
an outcast now
from society
that deemed her unworthy;
outlined by the yellow blaze
as the star
burnt itself out;
and she called to her God
without blame
for he was good and kind;
and man...
well man was man,
so unlike her God;
her name was Anne
and she pressed her face
upon the panes of our illusions;
breaking through the
shaded barriers
that we ourselves
had forged;
but too late for Anne
did we see the truths;
and now she remains
forever young
in our minds;
but dead to our
world;
and her pages
are all that speak;
her hushed whispers
grown finally loud;
we hear her voice
and feel at last
her tears,
as they slide down
those precious pages
to become
our own...
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