"You look like a kyke,"
you said to me.
"How do you hide your horns, hooknose?"
you said to me.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to feel.
"Why is your nose so big?"
you said to me.
"Your skin tone is so weird."
you said to me.
I felt tears in my eyes, but I couldn't say why. I didn't know how to say what I felt, and thought.
"Your hair is so dark, what a shame."
you said to me.
"You look like a gypsy dancer, a little Esmerelda in the making!"
you said to me.
Did you know how much it hurt? Yet I couldn't scream, I had no right to.
"I have a secret to tell you."
I said to you.
"I remember when the family documents were burned."