It's the 11th...
a day in history
that niggas won't even let scared families try to forget.
They dwell and drag out the horror
that people had to go through.
They continue to play clips of people jumping out of buildings
trying to find a way to live
only to jump to their death unwillingly.
Mass media using fear as tactics
to remind use that we are never really safe
within our own doors because our government are pussies
playing hide and fuck it we gave up seeking for Osama.
We found oil.
Fuck lives that paid cost higher than current gas prices.
Yes it's the 11th.
Yet again I'm reminded of the burned flesh smell
lingering within black clouds of doom.
Yes.
It's the 11th.
Yet again I'm reminded that my heart
dropped down faster than the towers crumbled
thinking I would never see my father ever again
Thinking...
i'd never see my father again
Praying...
wishing to run into the streets
being held back by security guards
trying to secure me
Secure me?
SECURE?!?
How can we be secure
if planes can be hijacked
in mid air
crashed into twin giants
and successfully bring a whole country
to a stand still?
It's the 11th
Yeah same day where birthday wishes for
a friend became funeral for her mother
The 11th
Where brave firefighters who sacrificed lungs
now cough up blood because HMO act just like that
homo
Yeah it's the 11th today...
So I'm not listening to the radio
nor turning on my TV
I'm calling my father to tell him I love him
yet again
and then
and then
continuing living...
Listen.Like.Love.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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