In 1920 there were more than twice as many states with greater rural populations than urban populations, yet the total population of the United States was more urban than rural. How can you explain this apparent discrepancy?

Explanation:

My name is Sasha.

My sister is Leigh.

I am six,

And she is three.

Our dad's always mad.

He screams and he yells.

I don't think he likes us.

It's easy to tell.

Mum's only kind

When dad's not around,

And when he is home,

She hardly makes a sound.

Mum's always out,

Never home.

Dad's always drunk

And always alone.

As soon as we hear

Those jingly keys,

We run and hide.

We run and plea.

We find a place

And curl up tight.

I hold her hand

And she holds mine.

And soon enough,

Dad then walks in.

Don't make a sound; don't say a word.

I pray inside, deep within.

But Leigh, she cannot help herself

For the pain is just too much.

"Oh God," she yells,

"Why are you so mean?"

He doesn't like what she has said

And beats her even more,

And with one last hit,

Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches.

She takes one last gasp of air,

Our hands still holding,

Then falls to the ground where I sat

And doesn't move a muscle.

I stare at him ,

My eyes so blue.

He looks at me

And yells, "O you!"

"How dare you.

Make me so mad.

This is all your fault

Go cry be sad!"

My name is Sasha.

My sister is Leigh.

I am six,

And my beautiful sister was only three

That day my Dad

Murdered her.

My best friend,

She was my world.

We stuck together

Through thick and thin,

But now she's gone.

I'm lost within.

When I was six, my sister three.

My Dad murdered Leigh.

Since that day I have not spoke,

For it's speaking that made her die.

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