Back in Time...Here I am, floating between time and space, back to the past. There's a bright light, almost like the sun, up ahead, distinguishing my destination from the limbo in which I'm floating in. It's a little chilly, and I shiver in my gray William & Mary sweatshirt. It's so peaceful and quiet here, almost like you're underwater, but I couldn't help but think of my destination. It could be chaotic, or peaceful. I don't know, and the risk I'm taking pumps adrenaline into my veins.A blue and purple glob drops me from the peaceful limbo onto the gorgeous streets of Amsterdam in 1942. I examine my surroundings, and dash into an alley at the sight of the Nazi Police, the Gestapo. If they capture me, the entire operation and the target would be endangered, and time would be eternally changed.The armed men pass, and I walked toward 33 Prisengracht, and knock on the office building door. A young woman with shoulder-length, curly red hair answers the door, and looks at me with my modern clothing que
FacelessSometimes it seemsI have no faceI'm not judged for who I amBut what I amThe big yellow starPlastered on my coatUnable to be removedThat is my face now.They see the starGossip and whisper amongst themselvesI hear namesSo many namesSo derogatoryIt hurtsI have no nameI have no faceThe star is who I am nowBecause of that manThat evil, evil manWith the odd mustache and comb-overScreaming hateful namesInserting them into others mindsBut why, why?What have I done?I am an innocent personWrongly abusedWhat am I?What have I done?I know exactly:I am a Jew.