To Be Quite Frank

A simple girl But not really Big ideas Called silly Lost in books Survived by song Modest looks Childhood gone A yellow star Always, worn To prove the scar Jewish born Her head, high Her family frowned She knew, not, why It should be down The day came When everything She ever knew Forever, changed Pulled from school Denied, goodbyes Placed in a box Forced to hide Lovely locks Amber eyes Two fearful years She stays inside A life not wasted She spent her time Shaping a story To leave behind A famous author Who’s documentation Tugged at hearts Across the nations To be quite Frank This girl, named Anne Wrote the history We understand