Who am I to speak of a time

of families crushed, of crimes of mankind,

of children in hiding and living in fear,

of mothers trying to hide all their tears,

of fathers praying to an empty heaven,

of people dying again and again?

 

Who am I to know what it was like

to be persecuted by day and trapped by the night,

to be surrounded by a world turned upside down,

to be starved and tortured and beaten to the ground,

to witness a nation of hate marching past,

to see all their dreams broken and shattered like glass?

 

Who am I to mention their suffering and pain,

the ghettos, the camps, life and death inhumane?

I wasn't even born, I wasn't even there,

it happened long ago, it could never happen here.

 

Who am I to know what God had in mind

when the virtues of man were buried alive,

when good lost to evil and hope turned to despair,

when hell upon earth seemed everywhere?

 

Who am I to let their memories be forgotten,

to say and do nothing as if it never happened,

to forsake the loss of our Jewish family,

to live in a world of complacency?

http://fjmc.org/sites/default/files/images/shoah_yellow_candles/candle_lighting_poem_reading.pdf

to shine His light upon the world once again,

to sanctify the memories of the millions of souls,

to honor their prayers and all their lost goals.

We bless their existence by being alive

to light this yellow candle as proof we survived.

 

Ron Adler

If you had a curvy body, then there was something wrong with you. No matter what I wore, the school principal always had a problem with me, because I’m a little Kardashian-esque and I developed young. My principal would walk by and slap me on the ass and be like, “Your skirt shows too much.”

http://nypost.com/2012/02/07/i-was-a-hasidic-jew-but-i-broke-free/