DEAR DIARY
Dear Diary,
Isolated,
In by eight,
Shop between three and five,
No friends,
I'm not wanted,
My world has changed from the way I knew it.
Dear Diary,
My mum cried today,
Things are getting worse,
She tries to be strong,
But she's hurt inside,
We all are.
Dear Diary,
My aunt's gone,
Sent off on a train,
My brother thinks she's gone on holiday,
I know different,
We won't see her again,
Ever.
Dear Diary,
I was called up the front today,
My teacher laughed,
My once were friends followed,
I felt humiliated,
But I don't blame them,
They don't know what else to do.
Dear Diary,
We're being forced to wear badges,
They have the Star of David on,
My mum tells me to be proud of what I am,
I try,
But it's hard when people disown you.
Dear Diary
I can't sit on park benches,
Can't go on buses,
Can't go to the cinema,
Can't go swimming,
I can do nothing,
What's the point?
Dear Diary,
My dad came home angry,
His business has been closed,
Jews aren't allowed to run businesses,
He's so depressed,
How will we live.
Dear Diary,
More people are being sent away,
I'm getting nervous walking the streets,
I don't want to go to a concentration camp,
I'll end up dead,
I'm not strong enough.
Dear Diary,
Nobody wants to know me,
I keep myself to myself,
It's the best way,
At least I can avoid people,
People are cruel.
Dear Diary,
Damn Hitler,
My dad's gone,
Gone far away,
Everybody's going,
One by one,
I know my fate,
I'll be next.
By Lucy Cline Age 13. 12/01/04
Frances Bardsley School for Girls.
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