Revolting Against My Pride Poem by Atef Ayadi

There were times,
I was doormat, the only thing I
Enjoyed was watching the sun—I still enjoy it, —
People, nature, and moving artifacts.

I was stripped off
From Eileen, my humanity,
And my choices.
I let it happen, cause
I was dormant doormat.

I was simply,

In a Jewish
Concentration
Camp;

Where it was free to move,
to love, and do the other things.

Food, love, and
Freedom were and still cheap
Very cheap and affordable,
And class-labeled
From healthy to non-healthy
Despite the diverse adversities.

Here, I was,
Raped
Like and version
Young woman,
Nothing,
Left except
few personal
Habits and my deadly pride.