No longer will I walk my dog or ride my bike
No longer will I read a book or write a card
No longer will I do what everyone else my age does.
No longer will I be loved or no longer will I love.
Not because I am a bad person or because I am hateful.
No, only because I am a child.
Not a special or dangerous child. Just a child like any other.
Well with one difference. I belong to a group of people who are not seen as human beings but are compared to rodents.
Only because some people claim that’s what we are
No longer will see the sun rise or set
I am Suzanne Coifman, I was murdered on July 1 1944 in Auschwitz, aged 8.
No longer will I walk my dog.
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