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Nine Eleven

Struggling through one day at a time
Defeating those who offended us with crime

Reading the letters that bring us to tears
Seeing their photos help with the fears

Longing to hear the last words that you said
Hanging on with determination and dread

Here to make the struggles disappear
It’s only the pops and bangs that I fear

A gun in one hand my pride in the other
In the twin towers was that of my mother

Feeding off the water and bread
In darkened pit holes lays there a bed

Family and friends I fight for today
Since nine eleven took them away

I don’t believe that they all deserve to die
To see tots on the ground I can’t help but to cry

Afraid of what’s to come with the sun
I wonder if tomorrow ill regret what ive done

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jayjaythepoet
Jessica Henning

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  • edit my world.
    September 10, 2007

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    Well i love this so much.
    please pur Ur Ap Name in notes dearie! ^_^
    This is a wonderful thing, and it just makes me remember that awful day. So sad, i hope ur mom really wasnt in those towers. If she was ur in prayers...even though it is 6yrs later.
    Thanks for entering
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    TheSpork Princess


  • onerios13
    June 27, 2007

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    A gun in one hand my pride in the other
    In the twin towers was that of my mother

    I liked these lines. They had a deep resonance that could be felt beneath the skin. And the subject matter is of course meant for goosebumps, and although I'm not a fan of the rhyme scheme, I did enjoy the piece as a whole, for it simply said what needed to be said.

    Thank you for entering.

  • Nicole Hanna
    June 17, 2007

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    You know, I don't know that anyone could write a poem about 9-11 and not feel it, really feel that intensity... even if we didn't experience it personally, or even know anyone who did. There's just something striking and unforgettable about it all, and it always plays out so well into poetry. The gun in one hand stanza was my favorite, simply because the imagery was just put out there and was very stark, which made it a little more real than if it had been done is such a way that the emotions behind it were too much. Does that make sense? Anyway, thanks for entering! I'm having a blast running across new people (and old friends). I have a feeling I'll be walking away a new woman/poet after reading these entries.