Numbers

A Poem by Aysia

A Holocaust poem

Beautiful hair, so blond and fair,

Chopped off for a price, just about right.

Chopped off at the root, she cried when it fell,

The numbers alone, had a story to tell.

© 2013 Aysia

Author's Note

"chopped off for a price, just about right". what do you think I am referring to there?

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Added on March 8, 2013
Last Updated on March 10, 2013

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Aysia

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I'm very shy. A budding writer. Grammar freak, despite my use of fragments in this bio. A photographer. Young in age, but old in soul. Sort of. I consider myself an abstract writer (as in the art.. more..