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Dec 2011
I was told I would be a hero.
A true hero,
Giving my life for my country.
I’d make my family proud.

I now look at the fear stricken faces,
With tears running down their wet cheeks,
About to pummel into the bottomless sea.
I am deeply saddened.
They never got a chance to say goodbye.
Endless screams is all I hear as the plane drops,
Falls,
Dives,
Crashes.

I am no hero.
I wanted to try a different voice for this poem. I wanted to show the view of the 9/11 terrorist attack through a suicide bomber.
Kayla Hollatz
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Kayla Hollatz
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