Okay, this is not really a poem. It's something I wrote when I was a little bit younger on September 11th. I think it was when I was 13 but idk for sure. I spaced out the paragraph so that it kinda flows like a poem tho. Pic of text in it's original context (an MSP artbook) on the top. The avatar thingy is my MovieStarPlanet UK user. Yes, I used to play it. Don't judge. I typed it all out again, just in case you can't read it from up top. Btw, the artbook up top needed some editing so I edited it below in bold. XD
"Let's all have a moment of silence
to honor the people
who died in the tragedy
that was 9/11.
For the people who were severely injured.
For the families of those unfortunate.
For the brave emergency response people who
ran straight into the danger
and saved people from the wreckage.
For the people who took painstakingly long hours
to find the bodies of the dead
and made sure that they had a proper burial.
For those who prayed for all of those people.
For those who went out
and helped clean up the wreckage.
For the builders of the new twin towers.
For the people on the hijacked plane
that saved the people in the White House from
getting killed
by chasing the plane and ending their own lives.
For those hurt when another plane hit the Pentagon.
For us.
The united country who supported New York and Washington D.C.
as best as they could.
For those scared of even dialing 911 because
that is the number (date) of the tragedies.
{Add on} For those who hijacked and drove the planes,
following orders,
ready to kill themselves to fulfill those orders.
For those Muslims that get stereotyped every day
because of events like these.
For those called terrorists because of their practice,
their looks,
everything,
even when there is no evidence of such a thing.
We pray for you.
We pray that family members, loved ones, friends, associates, etc.,
are in a better place and are happy.
We pray for you.
Lord, give us peace.
May the saints hear your prayers and send them up to the higher authority.
Let us celebrate the deaths of the fallen,
celebrate lives well lived.
Let these people rest in peace,
and let their families know that they
are now at peace."
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
