My Life in Poems

12/4 Was My 9/11

On Monday, December 4th, 2006, it was subtly like it was back to Tuesday, September 11th, 2001.

I was only four when 9/11 happened to the two World Trade Centers in Manhattan, New York;

I was only in the fourth grade when catastrophe happened to my family union, in Baltimore, Maryland.

The first tower was a heart disease that lead to a stroke, and the second tower was getting injured by a small blue car, on the same day.

The twin towers were rebuilt as one stronger and better World Trade Center today, on the same spot;

The first one is alive and learned how to talk again, and the other is also alive and wore a cast without a single signature on it, in the same family union.

Just like this bigger and better World Trade Center tower, two of the injured are blessed, as one.

Families mourned for their dead loved ones from 9/11, as a witness to the heart disease was traumatized and became numb.

The 9/11 changed this world's perspective on a certain group, as the injuries, that could've took two lives, changed the family union, for good.

Islamophobia became the new attitude caused by 9/11, as family isolation became the new attitude caused by almost losing another member from another tragedy.

My mother is the first tower and I am the second.

Now, we are the one who are better, stronger, and still alive.

This is how we are today.