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Christina: I Am... Your Tattoo

I AM... YOUR TATTOO

I am old
I am faded
I am blurred......
and oh, the cries
that I have heard -

I am humiliation
born of pain,
I am permanent -
meant to take the place
of your first name -
I exist in shame.

I live on in infamy
on children, now grown old;
I know about the cloth star
the color of a dull, sad gold

You are a Jew
I am part of you

I AM
............... Your Tattoo

©Copyright July 2004 by Christina

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