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					<description><![CDATA[They Let Me Live in Sound By Mahika Kapoor, age 14, Virginia. I wrote this poem with a ten-minute timer to try to capture the frenzied mindset of the narrator in this poem. I wanted to see how fast I could capture the importance of the Holocaust, and how other people felt. I came up [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1><span style="color: #800000;"><strong><span style="font-size: 24px;">They Let Me Live in Sound</span></strong> </span></h1>
<p><span style="font-size: 18px; color: #003366;"><em>By Mahika Kapoor, age 14, Virginia.</em><strong><br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;"><span style="font-size: 20px;"><strong>I</strong> </span>wrote this poem with a ten-minute timer to try to capture the frenzied mindset of the narrator in this poem. I wanted to see how fast I could capture the importance of the Holocaust, and how other people felt. I came up with this piece, “They Let me Live in Sound,” showing a child’s mind during the Holocaust, mostly based on the child Ellie Wiesel. Ellie Wiesel wrote the book “Night” to capture his dream of other people understanding the misery of the Holocaust. He will forever be remembered, and so will many other characters from the Holocaust period, such as Anne Frank. Anne had a dream to publish her diary she wrote during her two-year Holocaust hiding. These two historical figures both had dreams of people remembering the Holocaust, and for others to be able to vision how tragic their experience was through forms of writing.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">The poem tries to capture how many people may have been feeling during the Holocaust in metaphorical ways.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><em>—Mahika Kapoor, age 14.</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;"><span style="font-size: 20px;"><strong>I</strong> </span>used to run away from the people and the sound<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">I used to seal my ears because my life was too loud <br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">Running away, sealing my ears, hiding from what’s monitoring me<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">But what if I let loose my hand cuffs and decided to be me?<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">What if I decided to be free?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">They would shut my eyes belligerently, making sure my eyelids wouldn’t dare to let the light in by even a slit<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">It’s not worth it<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">It’s not worth it <br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">What would I do to be free?<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">What would I do to open the jar of experiences that are limiting myself to be me?<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">And then suddenly, I expose my ears<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">I expose my ears, submerge my feet in the bosom of the ground, and erase my tears<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">The world behind my eyes will vanish if I want the will to be free<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #003366;">But at least I will die knowing I can still be me</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #800000;"><em><span style="font-size: 16px;">By Mahika Kapoor, Indian American, age 14, Virginia.</span></em></span></p>
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