The Rape Of My City
by Jewls13
The Rape of My City
So it's been one year.
One year since the biggest surprise and tragedy of our generation occurred.
One year since panic swept through the hearts and minds of people
around the world.
Once year since the rape of my city.
Things have gotten back to normal,
to an extent. People go to work,
go to school,
to clubs and parties.
I take the subway into Manhattan almost every day.
People have gotten on with their lives.
I look around, they are
reading, and sleeping and listening to bad music.
If you took a picture of it,
compared it to a picture of the subway
a year and 2 days ago,
it would be the same.
We're crossing the Brooklyn bridge right now.
And suddenly,
there is a shift.
Not only in the air,
but in every person's body
as they look out the window at
The New York Sky Line
or what's left of it now.
As we pass it,
they go back to,
reading and sleeping and listening to bad music.
We haven't forgotten.
We've just adapted.
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