Black and Blue
Why am always so triggered by my environment and the politics
of my country?
Why do I care so deeply?
I never discuss my learning disabilities nor do I discuss where
I went to school or how.
I am dyslexic with numbers.
I don’t know my right hand from my left.
Some of it is the result of neurological damage.
I was beaten by my classmates as their parents
cheered them on when I tried to go to school.
My first memory of dissociating was when I was under a pile of boys.
I crawled into my mind and went numb.
There is nothing more painful or confusing to a child
than being hated for being born.
A child under arrest in the Warsaw Ghetto
The beatings began when I was six.
My neighbors and my teachers were anti-Semitic.
I was that little Jew boy.
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