Below is one of the contest entries.
I Am Not A Survivor Here, Here is where i shall die I cry! But my mouth is to dry That light that I had seen Why God? why do this to me? I am raw Yet i do not bleed Water, water is all that I seek. Katsuji Yoshida, A woman whispers in my ear But I am not her son. I do not wish this pain on anyone. Those who survive will tell of this Hell But i? I will not survive Who will tell of my great pain? I wish them the best They will have to live with these memories. Someone picks me up I am free! Or at least thats what I used to be Now I am a slave To these scars that I can not hide They run to deep for me too keep. and so i must go so that my story can survive.
— Bridgette Espinoza
All Poems Submitted to the Contest