This is another poem that I wrote and sent to my friend.

. . . It's odd . . .

. . . I can write better when my moods/feelings are extreme . . .


(Had a little inspiration from Sylvia Plath.)


You don't care he says
You don't care
He then gives me a number
Like what the Nazis did to the Jews

You won't make it he says
You won't make it
Because of the number he has given me
Like what the Nazis did to the Jews

I was baptized Catholic
I am now Agnostic
But who cares about my faith
Because what they will see is my number
Like what the Nazis saw of the Jews




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