anyone remember hozier? that wild son of a gun loved church
Te fuiste, sin despedir.
Pensando, solamente en tí.
¿Y qué le digo a mi corazón?
Si él no entiende de razón,
Y pregunta por tí.
Es difícil mentir…
Tengo ganas de tener mucho sexo desenfrenado contigo, y al mismo tiempo quiero mimos, abrazos y que me digas cuanto me quieres.
C'est la vie - Reneé Romero. (via romerorp)
I don’t remember September 11, 2001
To me, it was my sixth day of First Grade at Beaumont Elementary in Berwyn, Pennsylvania
I was a 5 year old new kid
Mrs Kowalski was still learning our names
The School Board decided not to tell us what happened
They didn’t want 7000 children panicking
They knew we were safer in school then with panicked and distracted parents on highways
To me, it was just another TuesdayI don’t remember 9/11
I don’t remember my parents explaining that something very bad had happened
That a lot of people got hurt
I don’t remember them holding me and my siblings
Thanking any higher power that their babies were aliveI don’t remember 9/11
I remember the weeks that followed
The red eyes of the adults around me
The fantastical and horrific stories
The tears and denial of friends who had lost family
Burned into my psycheI don’t remember 9/11
I remember my parents going to New York a month after the attacks for their anniversary
They brought back gifts from the Toys R Us in Times Square
And stories of dust covered cars that would never be reclaimedI don’t remember 9/11
I remember hearing that we were going to war
I remember the fear for children like me who would get hurt
I remember the resigned acceptance
“We’re just getting the bad guys” they said
“You’re too young to understand”I don’t remember 9/11
I remember my confusion when my father couldn’t walk my mom and I to the gate at Philadelphia International
“But the last time we visited Aunt Theresa you waved goodbye”
What I would’ve given to go back to 1999I don’t remember 9/11
I remember the dead
Young Americans fighting out of grief and misguided patriotism
Iraqis and Afghans slaughtered out of revenge
I remember pushing Zach down a slide when he asked Anisa if her parents bombed buildings
I week later he tripped me going down the stairs, spraining my ankle
He called me an Al-Qaeda supporterI don’t remember 9/11
I remember a war
I remember being desensitized to images of gore and destruction
I remember a norm of hatred and aggression in the name of patriotism
I remember learning of the ever-mounting debt that will be saddled on my generation
That my grandchildren will still be paying offI don’t remember 9/11
I remember traveling to other countries
I remember being gently reminded to be careful who we tell we’re Americans
I remember the shock on people’s faces
“But you’re so nice!”
“You don’t look like war-mongers!”I don’t remember 9/11
I remember the nausea I felt when I learned in school that we armed and trained Al-Qaeda
That we caused the Iranian Revolution
All of the ionnocents we slaughtered
That we fund corruption and wars when it fit our needs
That we are a nation of terrorists ourselvesI don’t remember 9/11
I remember years of history teachers glossing over the early 2000s
“You all know this already”
I remember finally speaking up and asking Mr Palmetier to please go over 9/11 and all of the events that followed
I remember his stunned silence as he looked at his AP US History class
“Sir…we were 6…we don’t remember”I don’t remember 9/11
I remember the fear I still feel every time I ride public transport
Every time I’m in a crowded area
Every time I visit a national siteI don’t remember 9/11
I remember visiting the memorial on a frigid day in December
The sleet masked the tears on my face
So much death and destruction
An endless war
A generation that grew up on fear
A generation that gained social media and used it to learn
To empathize
To understandI don’t remember 9/11
But I remember everything since
I Don’t Remember 9/11
by Amanda Motel (9.11.2016)
by Amanda Motel (9.11.2016)
She wanted to fly as high as the moon and stars, she wanted to see the bright colors of the sun, she wanted to stop time with her kiss, and for him she always did.
