Poetic justice; Mold. . . The Destroyer
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Sunday, 11 September 2005
This is a submission we received from one of the families we are working with. Thirteen-year-old Arielle Murray wrote this lovely poem which pretty much sums up how heartbreaking this whole scenario is for teenagers as they lose their lives to mold from a hurricane. We would like to share it with you.
Mold...The Destroyer
Only 13 years old exposed to mold People don't understand, even when they are told.
For five whole years, we didn't know what was making us ill All my parents could say is it must be God's will.
One doctor said one thing, one doctor said another All I know is I almost lost my mother.
She laid in bed for two whole years All I saw come out of her eyes were tears.
I kept on saying what's wrong with you All she said is "Arielle I wish I knew."
Two years before, she took me to school, She went to my brothers baseball games, She came and watched me at gymnastics, She was my mom, she was cool.
Mold took over her life, It took over all of our lives. All my dad wanted was his old wife.
Then we all started getting sick headaches, and burning nose, Our whole bodys hurt, from our head to our toes.
It not only effects your body, but also your brain Once your exposed you will never be the same.
We tried evrything we could think of and then lost our house,
All we have now is each other and love, I pray to God every single night Make us the way we use to be, make everything alright.
The End By: Arielle Murray Age 13 Mold...The Destroyer
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Last Updated (Monday, 10 October 2005)
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