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A little poem about what it's like to live in poverty.
Something other than skin and bones.
No clean water for me to drink,
All I can get is filthy, if I even get any at all.
No proper clothes to keep me warm during the harsh winter,
Or cool when the sun beats down in the summer.
No shelter to protect me from rain, hail or shine,
Or the natural disasters that may be around the corner.
No school for me to learn,
I’m illiterate, unable to read or write.
No place to call my home,
All I have is the cold streets.
No doctors or medicine to cure my illnesses,
Every sickness I get could kill me.
No money for me to get my basic needs,
All I have is nothing at all.