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November 12, 2012
When the dark colors are painted on the sky,
and the tree barks,
are broken into pieces,
the cries of the nightlight,
just piers to their bare nude eyes,
they kick, scream and cry.

The winds,
start storming up the mountain creek,
as the water floods,
throughout the stream house,
scanning the rooms,
until the whole home,
is about to be erased.

She cries in my arms,
as no hesitation,
comes to my mind,
my time is over and shall is hers.

The water piers over my head,
and then it was set to me,
that me and my child were going to die tonight,
but not as a person,
but as a survivor.

No screaming, no running,
away from an issue that we cannot run,
for staying in as the problem got worse,
we are the true survivors,
of the storm Sandy.

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Lynnieluv said...
Nov. 24, 2012 at 6:43 pm
Loved it!!! It is actually really good and deep. :)
RarelyJaded This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 18, 2013 at 12:02 am
"We are going to die tonight, but not as a person, but as a survivor." This line almost made me cry:) this poem is honestly so touching and thoughtful, it brought me into the horrible experience that people went through. Thank you for that:)
chrissychris2270117 replied...
Apr. 16, 2013 at 8:58 pm
@RarelyJaded thank you for your comment. I really wanted to express for others that did not know how important this storm was for New Yorkers to see how painful it was. After, hearing what occured on the screen I knew others needed to learn how painful, and how much of a survivor these people are.
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