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May 19, 2004
Below is Ashlee's poem. Quick funny story: I put it on the refrigerator and Richard saw it. A few days later I was talking to my mom about it and Richard overhead me telling her that the assignment had been to write a poem about being in prison during the Holocaust. He hadn't known that she was told to write about a particular subject. LOL I guess he thought she was writing about her homelife -- or the homelife she thinks she has. :-) He was very relieved.
Prison Poem
By Ashlee Smith
As I awoke in my dark prison cell
I sat cold
Unaware
Alone
The guards look at me
Waiting
Scolding
They want me to make a bad move
But I just sit
Hungry
And tired
I haven’t had sleep or food in so long
I feel sick
Helpless
I fear of dying of sickness
Or starvation
I finally get some food
A piece of bread
Stale
Old
And some warm water
The guards still glare at me
This is not life
This is death
I want to be free
Independent
But, no
I still sit here
Cold
Sorrow
Scared
I fall asleep on my hard bed
Not wanting to wake
But still wake
To the same thing
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