I don’t have the words to say what I see
I’m not always able to draw on the pictures in my head
To show what is done to me
I am the child sent to Auschwitz because my gaze is deemed vacant
I am she whom many men violate while laughing at my bewilderment
I am the ‘retard’ you tell to shut up
I try to talk but you shrink away
I live in many cages
My mother’s smile seems too far away
Why can’t I remember?
When will we go home?
It’s loud here. Everyone cries. My privates hurt.
And over everything else, the ancient sound of tyranny comes closer
Mother, father, sister, I pray
No one hears
They watch me without blinking
And their mouths say the ancient words
The words used on special people like me
I have no weapons against words
I let the cage in my mind’s eye close
There are only so many ways to be strong