A little Gray Building
I am the Blokova
I wonder how long I have to stay here, in this hell
I hear curses being thrown at me every minute I live
I see pain writhing in everyone here
I want to follow a different path in life than this one
I am the Blokova
I pretend to be mean to the zugangi to keep my position
I feel cold and hungry
I touch the place where my fingers used to be and hold back my tears
I worry that I will die here
I cry when the children are chosen
I am the Blokova
I understand that this is my life now
I say that I will survive
I dream about my family all together again
I try to succeed so that I am not destroyed
I hope that the other prisoners will escape
I am the Blokova
*This poem is in response to The Devil’s Arithmetic by Jane Yolen, a book about the Holocaust.
I Am
Maia Ramirez | 5th Grade, Room 122
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