My Shoes - A Poem
My Shoes
My shoes all mine,
Bright red with so much shine.
Brand new and all mine to wear,
And when my sister takes them, it makes me swear.
They fit like a glove that was meant for me,
That was until they were no longer mine to see.
They took it all from head to toe,
Which left me nothing but a broken home.
What was mine felt so long ago,
My shoes became all there’s to show.
Romi Sarbagil is a a Sophomore from Illinois. Romi wrote this poem while in Majdanek, Poland, in witness to the horrors perpetrated during the Holocaust.