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diary of Anne frank responseThis diary proved that anyone, even a thirteen year old girl, can overcome a situation such as this one. She overcame the Holocaust that deserves a couple of cheers. Anne Frank the Diary of a Young Girl is inspiring with a dash of charming ideas that somehow still makes streams of tears fill eyes of millions. Why? Because after all the horrid things that happened to her she never lost hope. Now that’s amazing.
Anne was so clearly unhappy and that was because she was taken out of her environment and disliked The Annexe from the beginning. She had to have her mouth on lock down and stay inside the secret annexe because of a man na

Kitty Writes Back to AnneMarch 28, 2010

Dear Anne,

I'm so sorry I couldn't get back to you for 68 years. When I read your entries to me, I smile. I read them every day. Now, in 2010, your diary is a bestseller. There are books about your book, plays and movies about you. You are a celebrity, Anne!

I hear about idiots who think your story is a fake. I wish I could walk up to them and knock some sense into them. I'd tell them, "Hey, Anne was my friend. I haven't seen her in 66 years until the Nazis separated us. We knew each other very, very well!"

In the Secret Annex, people look at the place every single day and remember you, your family, Dr. Pffer/Dussel, the va

Conversation w- Elie and AnneAnne: Hello, my name is Anne, I'm 14 and went into hiding during the holocaust.

Elie: Hello, my name is Elie, I'm 15 and I guess your one of the lucky ones aren't you? I didn't have a chance to escape like you did, even though I wanted to so badly, run past those barbed wires and into freedom…

Anne: Well you're right and you're wrong, I was a lucky one for 2 years…but then you see we got caught. Stupid thief ratted us out that we were hiding in the attic. So in the end I got sent to a concentration camp…and left behind three of my beloved things, my father, Peter, and my diary. Every day I wrote in that diary…and now tha

sleeping pills wake up alonein a dream
I sat at a kitchen table
trading recipes
with Sylvia Plath
and Anne Frank
beside a gas oven

the cereal getting soggy
as we sewed
hearts over our breasts
and stars over our hearts

Anne Frank PoemAnne Frank Poem

I am a girl in a cluttered room.
Why so cluttered?
Not by choice,
You have no choice?
I was forced to hide here.
And nowhere else?
I sleep,
Is it quiet?
on a cold, hard floor.
Is it frightening?
I’m stuck in a room,
Can you breathe?
with grouchy old people.
Do you talk at all?
All I have,
Who could ask for more?
Is my trustful father and my journal.
Lonely?
I do not like it here.
Why would you?
In this small room,
There is no space?
there is no privacy.
None?
If I were to go on a walk,
Outdoors?
I would be sentenced to death.
Immediately?
I wouldn’t be able
Please come back?
to go back

FacelessYou told use we were worth nothing.

You defined us by the yellow stars on our shirts.

To you we were dirt.

We were scum, we were nothing.

You tried to exterminate us.

You tried to annihilate us.

And felt no remorse.

How could you? You threw us

Into gas-filled chambers:

No facing the consequences of your brutality.

We meant nothing to you.

We were

Faceless.

No one saw this atrocity,

So it didn't happen, right?

The job gets done yet

No blame is placed on shoulders of the guilty, right?

But you didn't anticipate survivors did you?

No, no

You didn't.

You didn't consider the children who would escape,

You didn't consider the c

Anne Frank is Not...Words, and actions, swim in my head,
Fish in a koi pond.

Silence

“The Holocaust never happened”

I can only
Talk about it behind closed doors,
With one or two close friends.
I can’t even bring up The Shoah,
For fear of other’s ignor

Anne Frank 24 Hours Poem

24 Hours
The drums are beating just like the hearts of anxiety
Hope and Faith have lost their power to regain themselves just as Jews have
Others lives are descending quickly as a flower loses its pedals completely
To worry about what time to enjoy life to that of when to be as quiet as a mouse
Overcome your fear
Death is near
18 Hours

Gas Chambers burn the victory
Electric fences electrify the dignity
People as gaunt as paper in which Anne writes upon with eloquence
So little room inside the Train of Death it's as if having the air sucked out of you
Overcome your fear
Death is near
14 Hours

Those who had their legs cut off sto

This Never Ending NightmareAs I stare out the window, remorse washes over me. Oh, why had I taken the fresh air for granted? The blue skies, the green grasses, the white clouds – Some things that used to be apart of my everyday scenery. But now, my eyes can only appreciate the beauty of the brown cracked wooden walls, the faded blue of my bed sheets, and the dusty, cob-webbed corners of the ceiling.

At the beginning of this whole ordeal – Moving into the attic, living with not only Mother, Father, and Margot, but also the Van Daans: Mr. Van Daan, Mrs. Van Daan, and Peter – I hadn’t even realized that this window would be my only way to view the out

Anne Frank - An Innocent Jew

Anne Frank - an innocent Jew,
Kitty, her diary too.

In an annex they did stay,
Everyday, she would pray.

They lived in confinement for two whole years,
She released many sorrowful tears.

The Nazis were looking far and wide,
For the Jews - in whom they did not confide.

The Franks lived on little food,
Of which, they found bitter and crude.

They stayed at number 263,
In the hope that they could flee.

July 13th, the Van Pels joined them,
Both families, the Nazis did condemn.

August the 4th 1944,
They were not hidden anymore.

They ended up in the horror of Auschwitz,
and from society, they were omit.

Anne and Margot got moved to

An Angel's Tattered WingsAn Angel's tattered Wings

I regret complaining, now, about all our restrictions,
At least outside I felt I could move
Here, lonliness consumes me.
No longer can I go to the café with friends
No longer can I go to the movies and see the stars
The only place I see them now are on my wall,
Motionless, frozen in time,
Frozen as my heart

I love Peter, I really do,
But what can happen, no room,
A stolen kiss, an embrace,
No time for what we want,
What we need, to let our love survive
And what if, when we are free,
He tired of me, throws me away,
My fragile soul can take no more

My dreams are gone,
I savored the idea of being an ac

TearsI am the tiny spheres
That could have fell down her face
The warm droplets
That could have left a wet trace
I am the memories
That she would have poured out if she had cried
As the men took her away
But she stayed strong and held to her pride
I am the tears
That young Anne could have wept
Instead she held me in
With all the anger inside that she kept
I am the little puddle
That could have dropped to the ground
When the GP took Anne and her family
And left without a sound

Separation to Survival

Separation to Survival

Separation to the train, as the Jews began saying good-bye

I saw nothing new, there's nothing I can say.

Life or death makes me a good luck to survive,

I cannot tel you where I stay.

Inside the darkness, was the hope taken away?

I saw a deadly shadow, I cannot escape

No door or windows, I cannot dismay

The Angel of the Death, is the wrong way.

Bergen-Belsen, the curse was a slaughter

I saw nothing vivid, everything's a disaster

Not even the barracks, what did I see?

My stories will never end, I will indeed.

The moments of truth, was the divined heaven

I saw liberation, the Jews forced to haven

I can still

GenocideBlack trains taking us to the unknown-
The dark smoke fills our lungs,
And burns our toungs.

The black smoke of ashes
Disapears into the grey sky,
Where the sun no longer shines.

My name is written,
Not in fancy cursive, but as a criminal,
On the parchment of death's waiting list.

The acid burns my skin,
My lungs burst into invisible flames,
I try to scream, but there is no sound.

One by one, our bodies are seperated from our souls,
Free to dance in the wind-
Fly away to a better place.

Through the wind our stories will fly,
Our messages will stay alive,
Though our bodies have died.

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