I can hear, I can feel, I remember
I can hear….
I can hear the sirens,
I can hear the aircrafts flying over me,
I can her the crying and screaming,
I can hear.
I can feel…
I can feel the sorrow,
I can feel the worries,
I can feel the hate,
I can feel the debris slowly covering me,
I can feel.
I remember me writing this poem,
I remember me crying over people I don’t even know,
I remember Tuesday, September 11, 2001
By Shakira Wideman, UrbanPromise School