9/11

I remember, it was my second week of 6th grade when the twin towers went down. I rememeber hearing the news at school, my teacher ran into the classroom and said "One Both of the twin towers have just went down, a plane crashed into them!"

I was shocked.

I was a ten year old Canadian girl whose teacher had just told me that the twin towers in New York, had fallen.

Later on that day I came home from school. My grandmother was hysterical.

I didn't know what to do or say as we watched the news and it replayed the video of the twin towers.

The Plane, the fire, the building, the people.

But, I had had one thing to say. "Why?".

How could somebody be so horrible? So, awful. To have done that.

I never did totally get my answer, and today, now, at this moment, at sixteen fucking years old, I still don't fucking understand or have an answer.

But all I can say is This broken city sky, like butane on my skin, and stolen from my eyes, hello, angel, tell me where are you?

Rest in peace, to all who died today, there's nothing more, really...

Peace, Love, Empathy,

Bronx.