"Who Wears The Pants?"
I'm proud I'm a Holocaust survivor. I am the khakis of Nazi leader
Adolf Hitler. I was not a crafted bigot; I was sewn to know all pants are
created equal. Just like people, we vary in size,shape, and color. Hitler
wore me once every four days, so I was out pretty often. I knew that such
bigotry as killing people was wrong. I've been to every camp, every battle,
and I know where all the documents and records were hidden. I also remember
a certain woman that had to give up her baby. The Nazi soldier tossed it out of
a moving train just because it was crying. The woman then attacked the man and
I was able to see this because Hitler was wearing me that day.
I wish I could tell more but I only have so many seams and threads.
There's not much left of me now. I'm just the now-cutoff shorts of a teenage
boy, who bought me at a yardsale. Now I'm living a nice life seeing love not
hate. Being poor and scruffy, but with heart, is better than being rich and
ravishing, with greed and hate.
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