Hurricane, Hurricane go away.
I don’t want to leave here.
I want to stay.

I don’t want any more flooding, raining, and so on.
I don’t want to make new friends, and forget my old ones.
I just want this hurricane gone.

I don’t want to cry anymore or see anyone else cry.
I don’t want this hurricane to come.
I wanted this school year to be fun.

Why does this always happen?
I don’t want to move again.
I don’t want to meet new people.
I just want to stay, laugh, cry, and make memories with the people I already know.

This will be so hard to say goodbye.
I will miss everything and everyone,
But I am going to keep my head up high.

And if I have to move, then I have to move.
But when someone asks me
“Where did you come from?”
I will be proud when I say
I am from St. Bernard, Louisiana.