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desertions) wrote2003-09-11 04:22 pm
desertions) wrote2003-09-11 04:22 pm
The Terror That Shook America
Well, I decided, since I have the time and stuff, and I should do some sorta memorial to it...I'm going to write about how I found about Sept. 11.
It was a coupld of weeks after I had started my freshman year in high school. For some reason or another, I had forgotten to turn my alarm clock on, and was oversleeping. Next thing I know, my grandma is shaking me, telling me a disaster had happened in our country. Now, while I groggily got out of bed, I wasn't awake enough to really comprehend what she had just told me. But then I entered her room and watched the plane go into one of the towers. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, I knew this was bad. As we heard about more and more attacks, I tried to convince them to let me stay home. I was scared of my wits. I live near LA, what if they attacked here next? But I went, and tried to pay attention to my classes. But everyone was talking about it. The only time I've ever seen my friend Biz cry was that day. And during history class, when we started really talking about it, I started crying too. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, I got home. And as soon as I did, I went online, trying to make sure everyone I knew (online or in real life) was ok. Luckily, they were. I talked about with many people, and the more we talked, the more it hurt. For days later, I wouldn't even turn on the tv, hearing about it so much just depressed me more and more.
On Sept . 12, 2001 I wrote a poem which documented my reaction to those attacks, and I'd like to share that with you as well.
The terror that shook America
Planes crashed
On a suicide mission
For this so-called
Holy war
Buildings collapsed
Within the flames
People jumped
So they could die quicker
Thousands of people
Have most likely lost their lives
The whole nation
Has been filled with fear
They call it
The terror that hit New York
I call it
The terror that shook America
It was a coupld of weeks after I had started my freshman year in high school. For some reason or another, I had forgotten to turn my alarm clock on, and was oversleeping. Next thing I know, my grandma is shaking me, telling me a disaster had happened in our country. Now, while I groggily got out of bed, I wasn't awake enough to really comprehend what she had just told me. But then I entered her room and watched the plane go into one of the towers. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, I knew this was bad. As we heard about more and more attacks, I tried to convince them to let me stay home. I was scared of my wits. I live near LA, what if they attacked here next? But I went, and tried to pay attention to my classes. But everyone was talking about it. The only time I've ever seen my friend Biz cry was that day. And during history class, when we started really talking about it, I started crying too. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, I got home. And as soon as I did, I went online, trying to make sure everyone I knew (online or in real life) was ok. Luckily, they were. I talked about with many people, and the more we talked, the more it hurt. For days later, I wouldn't even turn on the tv, hearing about it so much just depressed me more and more.
On Sept . 12, 2001 I wrote a poem which documented my reaction to those attacks, and I'd like to share that with you as well.
The terror that shook America
Planes crashed
On a suicide mission
For this so-called
Holy war
Buildings collapsed
Within the flames
People jumped
So they could die quicker
Thousands of people
Have most likely lost their lives
The whole nation
Has been filled with fear
They call it
The terror that hit New York
I call it
The terror that shook America