**Disclaimer** I was told to write a poem for school about something that affected my life. This is the product. **Background Info** Kristen was my friend when I was littler. Her aunt and uncle lived right by me, and she lived in Pennsylvania with her mom, dad, and sister. Her parents got a divorce, and she moved to New York with her dad. This past year, in her freshman year of high school, she was given a shadowing assignment for school. Since she lived with her dad, she decided to go to work with him for the paper. She picked the date of September 11, 2002. Her father worked on the 87th floor of 1 World Trade center. This is basically my take on what she felt, and what happened to her. Her father was killed instantly when the plane hit the building, but Kristen, unconscious, was taken to a hospital, where she was in a coma for 16 days.

MY NAME IS KRISTEN

My name is Kristen. I’m a girl

Yes, a fifteen-year-old girl.

I live in America, that’s very true

In the home of the red, white, and blue

Here we all go to school, go to work

Stay up late and go to church

No one dared to hurt this place,

We were comfortable, we felt safe

My name is Kristen. I’m a girl.

The days went by without a care

Families intact, hopes and dreams still there

Hugging their kids, saying goodbye

None of them knew that they were to die

I looked out the window, saw the plane crash

My life, through my eyes appeared in a flash

Trapped with my father on floor eighty-seven

Both of us knew it – we were going to Heaven

My name is Kristen. I’m a girl.

The buildings shook and so did the earth

People watched helplessly, with nothing to do

Debris fell around them, like a gentle rain

Oddly enough, there wasn’t much pain

On the street, charred paper fell like snow

No one knew what to do, where to go

Police, firemen rushed to the scene

Hoping and praying that they’d hear a scream

My name is Kristen. I’m a girl.

Time passed, and I was discovered

Unconscious, bruised; above me an angel hovered

In the hospital, no one knew me

Through the coma, I couldn’t make them see

For sixteen days I stayed asleep

The world watched the President weep

“These cowardly acts will not be ignoredâ€