Poetry Contest Entry

My Dream Is America's Horror

~By Jessna Woods

I had a dream of graduating high school
I'd become an airline stewardess
I'm not sure where this fascination started
I guess from my cousin who was one
She has a good life
She has this Volkswagen she pulls up in every holiday
She has all these stories to tell
She goes on these fancy vacations with her friends, who are also stewardesses, for almost nothing
She had it all
I wanted that
So I boarded the Flight 11 with my dream
Now I realize I won't graduate
I won't be able to become an airline stewardess
The dark skinned men have slashed my dreams with their knives
People are panicking
Some have even gotten to their cell phones
I hear their good-byes and the wails of others
I hear we're going to New York now
I have never been to New York
I'm not sure if I ever wanted to go to New York
I mean, I've heard of the shopping and the sky scrapers
Now I can see Manhattan and the Twin Towers
I've always seen the Twin Towers stand out above the New York skyline in
pictures
Then I realize the plane is flying very low
The turbulence shakes us
Then I realize
We're going to hit the towers
We're going to hit the World Trade Center
Mothers scream and grip their children
The wails on the cell phones become fierce
No longer will the Twin Towers line The New York skyline
We're going to hit them
Everyone realizes now and the screams are now intense
Then I realize it isn't just the screams of the people on the plane
But all of America is screaming
We must have collided, because darkness engulfs me
And all I can think before the end
I boarded this plane at seventeen with a dream of becoming an airline stewardess
Now my dream is America's horror

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