Harbor View
Stephanie, Age 13, Holmdel, NJ
Originally published in February 2003. In this poem, the young writer attempts to process her feelings about the recent 9/11 terrorist attacks in New York City.
                      I stand here in the harbor,
my torch held up high.
I could not stop the planes
that came and passed me by.
My children are in danger
as I watch them run and hide.
The Towers will soon collapse,
while some are trapped inside.
I try to shout out warnings,
but do not have that choice.
Although my name is Liberty,
I was built without a voice.
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