Momma, Poppa, brother, sister, me
Momma cleans, Poppa works,
We learn, we work, we play.
In our big house
We are perfect.

Momma, Poppa, brother, sister, me
Walk through the street,
Stars on our clothes.
All around us,
Taunt of those
Who used to be our friends.
In our country,
We are ridiculed.

Momma, Poppa, brother, sister, me
Shoved into a box
People all around us.
All the stars we see
Are the stars on our clothes.
In this box,
We are crowded.

Momma, Poppa, brother, sister, me
Shoved into a line.
We can finally see the stars.
While I stare at the stars,
I lose my brother, my poppa, my sister.
In this line,
We are separated.

Momma and me,
Work all day, sleep all night.
Work too hard
Momma falls.
In this camp,
I am alone.

I work alone,
Sleep alone
Eat alone.
I leave this camp.

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This is a poem about the holocaust, specifically, a family that starts out as perfect but goes through the horrors of the holocaust, all told through the point of view of a little girl.