Sept. 11. 2001.
8 years ago. Mrs. Boatright's class. After school mom was there waiting to pick me up. It was the first time I've ever seen my mother look legitimately afraid.
And that's when I became afraid.
It doesn't feel that long ago.
But every year it seems like I get more emotional about it.
I didn't understand 8 years ago the way that I do now.
That's how I explain the tears.
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Hey, Obama.
You're not a president. You're a celebrity.
Lots of promises. No results.
and "Yes You Can" feel free to go suck on your own self righteous chant.
8 years ago. Mrs. Boatright's class. After school mom was there waiting to pick me up. It was the first time I've ever seen my mother look legitimately afraid.
And that's when I became afraid.
It doesn't feel that long ago.
But every year it seems like I get more emotional about it.
I didn't understand 8 years ago the way that I do now.
That's how I explain the tears.
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Hey, Obama.
You're not a president. You're a celebrity.
Lots of promises. No results.
and "Yes You Can" feel free to go suck on your own self righteous chant.
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