Monday, March 11, 2002

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Good bye, good bye.

Sunday, March 10, 2002

I remember...
I remember crying as I sat in my living room with the American Flag in my lap,
trying to tie it at half mast.
Tears fell on that flag,
as I tried to tie it at half mast.
It was so difficult,
this flag was not made to be at half mast.
I tied knot after knot, wrapping the string around it's own pole.
Tear after tear fell on star after star on stripe after stripe, as I tied that flag.

I remember my mom shaking me awake...
shaking me awake,
as I watched the second plane go into the tower, live.
I called everyone I could think of,
but it wasn't sinking in yet,
as I told people to turn on their TVs.
Any channel, it doesn't matter, every channel will show it.

I remember going to school,
and seeing Fairie Chick and Anthony,
and I told her, and she was just laughing...
laughing...
she said something like that doesn't concern me.
I remember sitting in chemistry and crying...
as we watched it on TV.
As some girls talked about the soccer game
and the upcoming Homecoming.
I remember cuddling with Duck,
pre-war cuddling we joked,
but not really joking and it's really not funny,
as we just held each other.
Not sure what to do.

What do you do when the sky starts to fall?
When bodies fall?
Into the sky.
From those towers,
hundreds of stories high.

I wanted to turn it into art,
something you could see.
I spent hours cutting out newspaper clippings.
But it hurt too much to see.
I watched my TV for two days straight.
Until finally I had to turn it off,
because I could cry no more.
And I remember that people said I cared nothing for my country,
they told me I had lost nothing and I wasn't a patriot,
because I didn't want to see retribution.
Because I didn't want to see.
I still say fuck those people, my country means what it means to me.
Because I don't believe in violence,
because I don't know the answer
but I know what I don't want it to be.

I remember,
being angry at the world,
at the people who lived in this world.
Seeing people jump from buildings,
seeing the ruble that stood so tall,
seeing the death toll rise.
But most of all,
I remember the sadness,
that stretched forever in my heart,
into this void,
of human emotion.
Of anguish at the lives lost.
The mothers and brothers and sons and daughters,
the saints and the sinners,
the catholics and buddhists,
men and women,
young and old.
There was no discrimination on this day.
There was no judgement or prejudices.
Because when they tried to kill our country,
they tried to kill us all.
They tried to kill us all.