Hurricane Katrina
In August of 2005,
A storm struck my home town.
A town called New Orleans.
I didn't know if I should stay or leave.
As I hid in the hall closet for cover
I was thinking will I live to be a good mother.
As the door shook and the walls crack.
I told myself, If I leave, I will never be back.
When it was all over, I thought to myself,
I wonder if I was going to be below God's great belt.
I knew it was a great blessing to live through.
Looking at the disaster, trying to wonder what I will do.
No food or water to eat or drink.
Trying to take a bath out a dripping sink.
I've been through good times,
and through bad times.
But I'm just glad God got me out of there just in time.
The End!
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