for my project i wrote a poem about a car crash, relating it to the roaring 20s by describing different features of the car as a step of healing. the windows to see how far you've came and all the goals accomplished but also the pain we have overcome. people during the great depression one day had everything and the next day nothing and they had to work to get their lives back to some type of normal. the doors being the closing of one chapter, to an entry to another, saying goodbye to what we were used to, and finding a new way to do things. people went from rich to poor and they had to adapt, learn how to ration and budget, things were never going to be the same. the wheels are us moving on in anyway we can, even if its hard we still do it because life goes on. during imperialism and world war 1 large groups of black americans left the jim crow south and went to other parts of the country, restarting their entire lives. all in all when we go through trauma the most important part is how we heal from it.