Below is one of the contest entries.
"Why Me?" There i was. Adrenaline running. My heart was running so fast it hurt. My face is a tomato. My hand are soldiers, not giving up. Dragging my parents I needed help, FAST. My parents were cut, bruised, burnt, Anything bad that could happen to them, it happened. My dad's fingers were sliced off, as well as my mom's tounge. Why now? Why today? Why my parents? What have we dont to deserve this? Questions asked, but never answered. Walking, dragging, resting. Walking, dragging, resting. Seemed like help was never coming. And this city will never come back to life. But then the impossible happened. I found someone. Someone who wasn't injured. A couple bruises, but nothing severe. Little girl, About 6 years young. "Where is he? Where's my daddy?" We sat down next to each other. Broken soul next to broken soul. Somehow, she knew i had lost something apart of me. "WHERE'S MY DAD?" she cried. "I really don't know, i have no idea what we're going to do".
— Michelle Garcia
All Poems Submitted to the Contest