9-11 LET US NOT FORGET

In memory of all those who lost their lives on September 11th, 2001...
and to all those who survived.

I wrote this a few days after that catastrophic event in American history, when I could no longer cry.





I AM A NEW YORKER


I AM A NEW YORKER.

I may not live there now but I was born there.

I AM A NEW YORKER.

I slept as a child to its
streets humming with traffic,
to the clink of the token into the el train turn style.
I heard
Its subways screech
Its cash registers buzz
its church bells ring
Its ferries signal their going out and their coming in

I AM A NEW YORKER.

I looked up at
its neon lights,
its peoples’ worn, determined faces
it trees,
its great Lady in the Harbor,
its skyscrapers standing strong and eminent,
its pigeons perched,
its museums filled with inspiration,
Its theaters filled with tears, and laughter and music and dance
its shop windows filled with magic and promise and wishes.

I AM A NEW YORKER.

I smelled its smoke,
its hot dogs and pretzels,
its chestnuts and gyros,
its pizza and egg rolls,
ts briny river water,
Its factory pollution,
the urine in its stairway corners,
its warm musty subway stations at once both repulsive and comforting.

I AM A NEW YORKER.

I hear its calls now.
I am glued to the news of this nightmare.
With one objective eye I try to make sense of it,
while the other eye is blinded by my tears.
I see it, and I take it in
I see it and I cannot bear to take it in.

I AM A NEW YORKER.

I look at a black smoky abyss in the middle of MY City and my body feels beaten in
Like that empty pit when your lover has left you.
That empty pit that cannot be filled with tears or hugs or reassurances.
I contemplate what may never feel real to me.
I am violated.
As if someone burned down my home with my family in it and I had to watch .
And there was nothing I could do


They lost there lives there.
People just like my self.
People who worked hard everyday to do the right thing,
To kiss their families hello and goodbye,
To pay their bills and hope for something left over for that special celebration.
People who came home every night tired and worn
But who set aside a smile for their husband or wife, or mother ,or dad, or daughter, or son,or lover, or friend.
And then got up the next day and did the same all over again so they could go on making their list of dreams.

I AM A NEW YORKER.

I knew them all so well.
The ones that could not run,or seeing the hopelessness of it,the ones that chose not to try.
The ones who lost there lives there
The heroic firemen,police, and so many more.
They died there.
While I watched,
They died.

I AM A NEW YORKER.

The strength of my city could not save them.
I hear,
I see,
I smell,
I taste,
I feel,
Oh how I feel the pain !

I AM A NEW YORKER.

I AM A CITIZEN OF THAT CITY,
OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY,
OF THIS TROUBLED WORLD.

AND YOU ARE SO WITH ME.
LET US NOT FORGET
9-11- 2001
Let US remember together
As I AM you are,
As you are I AM.



Written by Maria Kelly (copyright)
September 17,2001