|Poems from my historical series Witness.|
Witness: Fire From the AschPOV of a 14 year old mill girl who works at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory where she spends more than 12 hours at a time sewing shirtwaists for a low wage.Witness: Fire From the Asch by =alexrashid
It's late afternoon.
Work's almost done.
I am shutting off my sewing machine,
when I hear the cry.
It's repeated several times.
I see the blaze,
it's on the other end of the floor.
We all rush for the doors.
I reach them first.
They are locked.
I can feel the heat
from the flames.
I start sweating.
My hair sticks to the back of my neck.
I can't breathe.
Coughing, I fall to my knees.
I feel a draft of cold, clean air.
I crawl towards it.
That air is my beacon of hope.
My skin is getting burned.
I can feel the pain as the flames lick at it,
turning it black.
I'm only 14.
It's too early for me to die.
But, I know deep in my heart
I won't survive to see tomorrow.
I find the source of the draft.
It's an open window.
I see other girls jump to their death,
S.O.S part 1I climbed into bed.S.O.S part 1 by =alexrashid
My father leans over me.
I smile. "g'night Dad."
He says good night to my sister Anne,
who sleeps next to me,
turns the light off,
and goes to his room.
Anne starts whispering what she calls her 'boat chant.'
"We're on a bow-oat. We're on a bow-oat" over and over again.
I tell her we are on a ship,
like I do every night,
and close my eyes and try to sleep.
Next thing I know,
a jolt shakes our room.
I almost fall off my bed.
I like sleeping on the side.
"D-Dad?" Anne's terrified eyes reflect the moon.
"W-what was that?"
He comes into our room.
"I don't know girls,"
he says, yawning.
"Probably just a freak wind or something."
(A/N: I had to put this here "It's not like we hit an iceberg or anything..." That was too spoofy to be serious.)
"Try to sleep girls." he says, going back to his room.
Later, I hear something coming from the window.
Anne is awake too.
She can hear it too I guess.
"Can you check
The Basement MassacreThere is a knock on my door.The Basement Massacre by =alexrashid
I walk to it, and open it.
It is one of the guards.
"Miss, I am to take you to the basement.
There are riots.
Please Miss, for your safety." he says.
Why would the guards suddenly care for my family's safety?
We are prisoners of the rebellion.
But, I get up, and follow him
to the cellar.
I see my family there.
My sisters, my father and mother.
The guards gather us together.
Their leader pulls out a slip of paper.
He starts reading the orders that we are to be executed,
Before any of us can do anything,
he takes a pisol, and fires at my father's head.
He collapses in a growing stream of blood.
My mother is praying.
She gets shot too,
before she can finish her prayer.
Then they turn to us.
Now I have completely registered in my mind that I,
Daughter of the Russian Tsar,
will die tonight,
in this basement.
The guard that led me here
fires at my chest.
The bullet somehow bounces off my corset.
The other guards shoot at my siste
Witness: The Lost BoysAN: This is the first poem in my new series of poems about history. This one is from the point of view of a 12 year old boy who lives in Sudan, Africa when the soldiers came to kill all the non Muslim people. This tells the story of the Lost Boys of Sudan. The village represents one of the many that were overrun, and the inhabitants killed. Although the narrator is fictional, this event is real. This took place around 2001-2004 I believe. Correct me if I’m wrong.Witness: The Lost Boys by =alexrashid
It is hot out.
We are hungry.
We are tired.
But we have to keep going.
We have to reach Ethiopia.
We have to escape the bloody war.
We have to.
for miles and miles.
We can’t stop,
or they’ll kill us all.
I fled my village to escape them,
the merciless soldiers
who have orders
to kill us.
I saw my daddy shot.
He was bleeding
on the floor.
I ran from the house
‘cause I was next.
I reached the brush,
They couldn’t see me.
Thank the Lord!
as they locke
Witness: The RiverHis Majesty was trying quite hard for us.Witness: The River by =alexrashid
we had new money,
for there wasn't enough of the old kind.
We saw granaries being built,
so that we would have food
in times of need.
But life at my simple farm
went on like always.
His Majesty gave me some land back too.
He says it was rightfully mine.
I wasn't going to argue.
But then, the mighty river flooded,
causing me to lose everything
like everyone else in my village.
Did His Majesty anger Him?
Is that what caused the river to overflow?
I’ll never know.
Author's Note: This is describing an event during the Han Dynasty of Ancient China. I wrote this for school. It is from the POV of a peasant.
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( ) You have stolen money from someone
( ) People have called you a brat
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Name: Alex Rashid
Birthday: July 12
Height: I'm short
Weight: 113 pounds
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Race: Chinese American
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Drink?: Nope. But water and milk are yummy
Use Drugs?: Legit Medicine drugs....not drug drugs.
Cuss?: Nope. I've never cussed out loud. I think swears sometimes though....
Play Any Instruments?: Piano And I sing.
Have Any Peircings?: Nope
Have Any Tattoos?: Do Henna Tattoos count?
Like To Annoy People?: Sometimes
Like Life?: yes. Life is a game. And I will win. (I also usually win the Game of Life anyways )
Wear Make-Up?: Sometimes
Dye Your Hair?: I wanna
Scream At The top of your lungs for no reason?: Nope
Get Distracted By Shiny Objects?: no
Like Pina Coladas?: Dunno what that is XD
And getting Caught In The Rain?: YES! I love Rain!
Obsessive?: Kinda XD
Hyper Active?: Yes
Happy?: most of the time
Boring?: Not really
WHATS YOUR FAVORITE...
TV Show?: I don't watch TV, but I watch on Youtube sometimes. I like the Ellen show and the Amazing Race
Movie?: Hunger Games, 10 Commandments, Prince of Egypt, How to Train Your Dragon, and assorted Disney movies.
Band/Singer(s)?: Too many O.o
Song?: Too many
Book/Story?: Hunger Games!!!
Color(s)?: Black and Red, or purple
Animal?: Fish, snails
Actor(s)?: Yul Brynner, Jennifer Lawrence
Board Game?: Monopoly or Life or Ra or Ticket to Ride
Musical: Annie or Lion King
Quote?: "The only disappointments in life lie in the things you never try." by Me
Hobby?: Drawing, singing, or eating chips
Store?: Don't have one...
Time Of Day?: Not mornings....
Worst Fear?: Getting stabbed or kidnapped
Life Goal?: Change the world somehow
Pepsi Or Coke?: Don't like soda
McDonald's Or Burger King?: I'm lovin' it XD
Converse Or Vans?: what are Vans?
Dogs Or Cats?: Dogs
AIM, YIM Or MSN Messenger?: SKYPE FTW!
Chicken Or Fish?: Chicken
Black Or White?: Black
MTV Or FUSE?: What is that?
MP3 player, ipod or CD player?: iPod!
Pants Or Shorts?: Pants
DISCRIBE YOUR PERFECT...
DO YOU BELIEVE IN...
Heaven & Hell?: nope
Angels & Demons?: nope
Reincarnation?: sort of
Big Foot?: no
Loch Ness Monster?: no
A Thing Called Love?: yes
WOULD YOU EVER...
Kill Someone Else?: Maybe...
Kill Yourself?: No
Beg For Money?: Maybe. Depends on the situation
Bungee Jump?: Maybe
Make out in the rain?: Yes?
Run Away From Home?: Maybe
Ride A Motorcycle?: yes
Do Extreme Sports?: Yes
MORE ABOUT YOU...
Do You Own A Car?: no
Ever Been To Jail?: no
Ever Gotten Kicked out?: no
Do You Have A Job?: no
Do You Like Taking Surveys Like This?: not usually
THATS ALL FOLKS...
Are You Lonely?: A bit...
Are You Sitting In A BeanBag Chair Eatin' Cheetos?: no...I'm at school XD
Do You Feel The Urge To Send Me A Thousand Dollars?: ...no. Pharaoh is NOT generous.
Really? *raises whip*
How Many Licks Does It Take To Get To The Center Of A Tootsie Pop?: Dunno...I don't like tootsie pops.
Is That Your Final Answer?: Yes
Are You Sure?: yes.
Glad That This Is Over?: *whips interviewer*
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