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Aeida Khamissi Poem
She was a girl, a Jewish girl, say society
A girl, a girl, who was anything but lonely
Living alongside her family
All sweet and happily
Hardworking father, bold mother
Toddler brother, like no other
Living in a apartment, wearing a golden six-pointed star
Admiring all those free, Aryan children from afar
The star stitched neatly on her clothes
Why, you suppose?
Symbolizing faith, symbolizing belief,
symbolizing how a Jew was considered unique
Her joyful go-to routine, was interrupted
When people she trusted
Let her down
And people with that trust
She let down
Now she’s forced in a camp
In a place where the only thing you see
Is the roaming stench of blood and the thirst to be free
Screams of women, tears of men
How did this all begin?
Where your eyes follow
You see the sight of death, pain, and sorrow
The girl asks herself, why? Is being who I am a crime?
I must hurry, for I am almost out of time
She clutches the bronze key tightly in her hand
She clutches the memory of her promise, hoping her brother wouldn’t misunderstand
She’s free! She’s free!
They say she mustn’t go, but she need not their plea
For her brother, is patiently waiting
Silently ageing
She’s once again in Paris, the place she once treated as her home
The place she’s ready to fully roam
Her brother, still locked in that cupboard, their secret hiding place
But what’s this? A family has come to replace
She runs and runs and sees
The rotting corpse, and her brother’s crushed dreams
Copyright © Aeida Khamissi | Year Posted 2017
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Aeida Khamissi Poem
Step by step
you ask yourself
Am I really doing this?
You look around confused
you ask yourself
Can I really choose?
This whole new life
a journey filled with emotions
awaiting to be explored
You look ahead
a reassuring smile
butterflies erupt
the past is in the past
pure, no longer corrupt
"I do."
"You do."
"We do."
Together we start anew
We'll experience the ups and downs
the tears and smiles
grow old together
watch me walk down the aisle
Watch our youths grow
until the blow of death
blesses our breaths
"I do."
"You do."
"We do."
Together we start anew
A new life
filled with hurt
thirst
passion
pain
A new life
to mend our broken hearts,
worries, no blames
furies of our love
"I do."
"You do."
"We do."
Together we start anew
if it's with you
I'm willing to start
everything
all over
If it's with your kindness
I'm willing to behave
And let go.
If it's with you,
I'm willing to say intertwine
our hands
our love
and say my vows
until we reach above.
If it's with you
I'm willing t say "I do".
Copyright © Aeida Khamissi | Year Posted 2017
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