Lucky Looks

JasmineUK

With my lucky looks,

I was pulled from the death selection,

With my lucky looks,

I would be enslaved for every erection.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was to join a very chosen few,

With my lucky looks,

I could choose from clothes, nearly new.

 

With my lucky looks,

I took a fine dress no longer needed,

With my lucky looks,

I had to pick underwear hastily conceded.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was taken to the officers quarters,

With my lucky looks,

I was a blonde substitute for SS daughters.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was "the Swede" from then on known,

With my lucky looks,

My Jewessness was merely postponed,

 

With my lucky looks,

I was gifted an extra slice of bread,

With my lucky looks,

A virgin to warm each drunken bed,

 

With my lucky looks,

I was passed around the order of Knights,

With my lucky looks,

I would accumulate such bruises and bites.

 

With my lucky looks,

I would surely wear off my youthful lustre,

With my lucky looks,

I was marched down to the NCO muster.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was renamed "the Fucking Ukraine",

With my lucky looks,

I was heeled under their sadistic reign.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was becoming much thinner and gaunt.

With my lucky looks,

I was loaded with cold bullets in taunt.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was pulled through to the Privates mess,

With my lucky looks,

I was "the Pole" stripped of her pretty stained dress.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was whipped around each soldiers bunk,

With my lucky looks,

I would be the gang's next woman sunk.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was dragged to the cruel Kapos block,

With my lucky looks,

I was a fresh number to their dirty Jew stock.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was ripped from my new striped suit,

With my lucky looks,

I was infested with lice and every evil brute.

 

With my lucky looks,

I was a bonus for the fascist regime,

With my lucky looks,

I was some grease to their whole death machine,

 

With my lucky looks,

I was still somehow

just alive,

With my lucky looks,

And an unborn child could we survive?

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: JasmineUK (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2023 04:17
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 4
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    forgive my reactionary rant below
    your acute poetry
    hit a nerve, I can never stopper..
    thank you for sharing
    these words of depressing, reality
    worded commentary
    exposing our cesspool society's
    vile hypocrisies
    and that insidious cyclic culture
    of inhumane vulture
    traits, we inherit and blindly accept
    as our ONLY, way
    of conformist, pathetic survival
    in this facsimile of a life..
    ('pretty privilege???'
    yeah
    what about pretty's
    assumed, devaluation
    of integrity or worth!!!'
    runways, aplenty
    millionaires for their looks
    simultaneously
    another girl, sold
    by her parents, to feed
    her brothers n sisters..
    cos her 12 year old face
    insures, she's sure to be
    one of the 'lucky', pretty privileged
    ...
    another..
    and another
    and yet another,
    Every F'ckin second
    ANOTHER!!!)
    I just pray, death
    will finally free me, somehow
    of this collective
    vile, inhumane, dirt
    on my name, tattooed
    upon me
    for being born, that oh so
    superior, 'human'
    ...
    fck! i need a shower
    for my impotent rage
    thankful
    for this writing, thing
    as my access, to a self
    devoid of reality's, taint



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