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What It Means To Be An American By: demonchild13 on 2/2/2007; 12:50 AM It was a normal Tuesday morning, There was nothing special about that day, Nothing until the terrorists attacked, And then no one could find the words to say, All those men in the towers, And in the Pentagon too, What were to happen to their families, If they were added to the causalities too? Everyone was in shock and tears, It was as though our worst fears had come true, For there had never been a tragedy like this, And we were through America was brought to her knees that day, The country came to a halt, And it felt like the sorrow would never go away, Until we found out who was to fault All we could do, Was hold our loved ones close, And watch the towers get hit over and over again, And think about all those women and men, Those who had been doing their job in the World Trade Center, And in the Pentagon, The innocent bystanders only passing in the streets, The brave firefighters and police trying to save others, Everyone wanted to know, what had they done wrong? All those people, Had dreams and fears, And now they would never come true, They were normal people and suddenly their lives were ended, Because of the choice of one person There were people who wished they had said I love you, Instead of waiting tomorrow, Because when everyone was sure there was always time to tell how they felt, Tomorrow never came, And everyone had to ask, Why did they have to die?, They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, And for that we all cried, And our prayers went out to all those broken families Whose loved ones were added to the list of the deceased, And would be just a memory, Barely spoken of, And so many people had on their graves: September 11, 2001 And though we thought we would never get over it, America wiped away her tears, And grew stronger, We bonded with one another, United by a common goal, To make sure that this would never happen again, And the families of the deceased, Would know how sorry we were, Americans then knew what it meant to be an American, And somehow, Life went on Note: This is just a poem I had to write for English on 9/11. Nothing special....
RE: What It Means To Be An American By: That one kid you know on 5/6/2007; 11:43 PM hey girly i hart this poem!! <3 u need to go here. im not joking it is such a kewl site it has great tipz for yung writers!! and great ways to get rid of writers block [[which u kno i get a lot hahah]] so yah <3 see ya tomorrow 
RE: What It Means To Be An American By: ScottN on 5/7/2007; 10:05 PM Same thing posted on "Apple Pie and Coffee". I'd argue it's spam.
RE: What It Means To Be An American By: demonchild13 on 5/8/2007; 7:26 PM I know, she wrote it on my hand when she came over, its harmless ScottN.
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