September 11th

It was 6 years ago today. The air was cool. The sun was out and people were doing the norm. Then the plane hit. I was inside and heard about it from a girl who got a call from her sister and she just shrugged it off like it was nothing. Well sure enough, alot of people most likely did the same until they heard it was a bigger plane. Some thought it was a small engine plane. Then news of other places being hit was heard and people then started to scramble.

You know the story, but if you weren't there seeing this with your own eyes, you don't know what you saw in the streets. You didn't hear the silence while everyone looked up as the building fell. That's the part I will never forget. The faces. The silence and how every New Yorker put aside their attitude, the tough talk and helped each other. You made a friend, if only for that day or several hours, but not one person acted like an asshole. Every New Yorker protected one another and looked out for the bad guys. People from these countries who lived here and were good people got abused. They got those dirty looks, assaulted. I even got some. It was the one time I opened my mouth and sounded like a homegirl from the projects. "I'm a mother fucking Puerto Rican, what?" I don't speak that way. I'm a nice girl, but I had to let people know. Or at least I felt I had to let people know. I also stop wearing my scarf over my head. I use to keep it on so my hair didn't frizz up. I think that might have been the reason for some stares. Unless they thought I was hot, cause sometimes that happens. :)

Okay seriously, it's been 6 years and I'm wondering what the hell is going on with Osama. Is he alive? Is he dead? Why the hair dye if that's really him? And did he dye it to cover up some sort of weakness? Like he's really ill and it showed? Why can't people just get along? Why can't we just bring our troops home. Why can't the Iraqi police let the American soldiers come home and take it from there? Why do they STILL need the US in there? Don't they know how to protect and serve their own country now? How much longer do our brothers, sons, cousins and fathers have to fight this unnecessary war?