The Bluestocking 2023-24

Dylan Adler Grade 11 Falling Stars

Have you ever felt the whole weight of the world on your shoulders?

Tightened with the bloody rage and need of the thousands who are a part of you, splint into broken pieces colder With trauma, resilience, and the hurt of being abandoned by those who’ve chanted on every January twenty-seventh That never again will a Jew fall victim to genocide, mutilation, persecution, and ignorance, by heaven We swear that never again, never again, never again will history upturn itself like a fresh pile of new laundry Clean, fresh and ready to be stained by blood, dark as a red sun, dark as an armband tied around an infantry The fire of a longing for belonging, a desperation for respiration and a need for the Jews to bleed so that we may seed A new line of pure, soldiered children, marching down the rolling suburbs, past screaming victims and weeping mothers They are beyond the bloodshed. They are beyond the pogrom. They are tumbling through a history that mutters Of hate, a cruel, beastly thing that devours fear and spits out in furious feats of rage the fire of greed

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