The seventh poem. This is a poem from Lola's point of
view about Suzie.

Have I betrayed?
Am I guilty?
We started off on a good foot,
Good friends,
We seemed to get along,
A lot in common,
From Russia with a buzz.

As time went by,
It was like we were sisters,
I see truth in her eyes,
I miss her.

Did I betray her?
Her photo spread to others,
A Jew. Grave danger.
Danger in the west,
We have to escape,
Stand by one another.

Was I the cause of my own guilt?
I gave her company. Friendship.
I took it all away,
I left her,
Alone. In danger.
I miss her.
Selfish.