Page 57 - The 'X' Chronicles Newspaper - September 2009

53 Poems for 9/11 53 Poems for 9/11 110 Stories Then I pray for all my friends, I'm nobody special. By Sasha Taylor as I watch their family's and our world come to an END! I'm just an American. 110 stories fell on top of me today, Who Am I WAR I didn’t think the pain would ever go away. By Kimberly Dunne By Sasha Taylor When it finally did I realized where I was at, Sitting at the gates of Heaven was exactly where I am no one special. The countless hours pass me by, I sat. As the memories of lost Americans slowly die. I'm the little boy that gives up his favorite teddy I tried to remember; at last it finally came, bear so that a stranger might be comforted. Today is peaceful, tomorrow who knows? Could this be a joke? Is this some sick twisted War is uncertain, that's how it goes. game? I'm the single mother who has been trying to teach her child to sleep in their own bed, who I can imagine the towers falling to the ground, A loud explosion from upstairs, holds them tight long into the night, thanking Shrieks of panic circulate from all around. People panic and start to yell, God it wasn't her child that died. It can't be stopped now, A man in a wheel chair starts to cry, I'm the old man, angry and resentful that his Its useless to try. All I could think of was I was going to die. military doesn't want him because of his age. We can sit around amazed, Step after Step we ran from our fears, I'm the teenage girl that spends hours cutting While fellow Americans die. I thought I would drown from the flow of our ribbons for others to wear as a symbol of tears. remembrance. Right now during this time, Americans are referred to us a "team." People started panicking and going insane, I'm the young man who doesn't understand why When were not in this type of mess, I knew exactly what they were feeling for I felt his father was running up the stairs as the that's not how things seem. their pain. building fell, trying to save just one more person, instead of saving himself. But for us who are left, please sit down and Nobody knew what happened, pray, All we knew was we didn’t have long, I'm the old woman who will never see her Not only for the victims and their families, To get out of the building before it was grandchild again. but thank God for sparing your life that day. collapsed and gone. I'm the little girl, playing with her doll, who Although nothing like this has happened to us in All of a sudden I felt the ground start to shake, can't understand when someone screams hateful years, None of this was real it was totally fake. things at her because of where her family is Now America is being flooded with the flow of from. our tears. Then the floors started to fall, I froze from panic, and couldn’t believe what I I'm the police officer, trying to keep idiotic The U.S. won't stand for this, saw. reporters safe, when his wife is still among the We're independent and strong. missing. We need to get to the bottom of this, The smoke was so thick I couldn’t see, before more innocent people are gone. Why in the world was this happening to me? I'm the fire fighter that called in sick that day, only to discover that someone else died in his The Lost My life is now gone; on this earth I have no place. By Sasha Taylor more time, Even though I'm innocent I never committed the I'm the man who survived the falling building crime. only to learn that his sister and baby niece were We mourn the lost, in the plane. We sit and cry. Remembering September 11th We were the fortunate ones, by Lisa Ponder I'm the secretary, angered by the seemingly We didn't die. callous response of those around her. Bombs dropped on our town, I'm a spelunker, who is climbing down into the They suffered, and two beautiful buildings came down. remains of a building, hoping to find someone They went through pain. All the people started to frown. still alive. We watched it on T.V., You can hear them all through the night. I'm the dog handler, searching for bodies, that While they went insane. I huddle in a corner frozen with fright. has to comfort my animal when only death remains. Now we must fight; we must die, The lights have gone out; it's a power cut. While they watch; while they stand by. I cover my ears, and my eyes are held shut. I'm the woman who stands in line for five hours in order to give blood, hoping to help strangers I hear the sirens; I hear a crash. in need. I hear more people crying in a bash. I'm the man who gets up and goes to work every I feel for mother; I cry her name. day, in spite of the tragedy, because he still has I feel a warm puddle, and the war is to blame. a family to feed. Oh, isn't that a shame? I'm the first passenger to get back on a plane, I sit and weep all through the night. even though I'm terrified, because I know Wondering how September 11th could have somebody has to be first. been such a fright. Holding my mother's body oh so tight. Who am I?