you can't forget

you know about me;
you know i exist;
you know i sweat,
and i bleed.

i cry salty tears,
i have thoughtful parents.
i have good friends.

i even have a god,
just like you.

so why
do you presuict me?
why am i on trail
for the crimes of
another?

my family was taken from me :
to where,
god, i hope not to find out.

you took my house from me,
and gave it to your mother.

you branded me
with a yellow star- 
a star that does not shine,
but shoves me in the open;
to be noticed and realized
and hated.

so now, 
you've taken my pride,
my will, my hopes.

and you call me out by 
last name,
as if it was the 
only one i had

you push me aboard 
a train car
filled with the stench
of grief and sorrow

and you put me in a line
of people
spanning out further 
than you or i could see

this torture 
that you give me
for being me
seems endless

at the beginning of the day
you call me by a number
you've striped me of my first name,
and then my last.
now you replace it with
an unsignigigent number
to tell me from the others

well, it's mine, at least

you know about this,
you know what happened

but you turn your head
in the other direction,
ignoring me.
missing my pencil-thin body;
missing my lack of hope,
lack of faith,
lack of well-being.

you turn away
so you won't 
have to see
see what you've done

take the responsibility
look at me
look at my people 
so you see what you've done?
because i was different?

take you responsibility 
for you actions
you'll know about me
you'll pity me
you'll learn form me

you won't forget me.