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Wherever I go, I cannot escape it.
Wherever I look, I cannot escape it.
Whenever I listen, i cannot escape it.
Whevever I think, I cannot escape it.
The sight,
The sound,
The thoughts,
The places of poverty.
I wish I coyuld travel the world and never see it again.
This is what I see.
This is what I feel.
This is what I hear.
This is what I think.
This is what I cope with.
This is my life.
A life of poverty.
A child of poverty's view.
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Wow. That's REALLY good.
Wow. That's REALLY good. Very deep. I like it. :-)
"Why is the rum gone?!" ~Jack Sparrow-Pirates of the Caribbean: Black Pearl
So YOU'RE in poverty? Very
So YOU'RE in poverty? Very vague, but it was okay. Lots of method writing, is there not?
~Hey, my name is Kazel and I just commented!~ [Have a Stagilicous Day!]
Hey, Kazel! I'm not in
Hey, Kazel! I'm not in poverty! If i was in poverty i wouldn't have a computer to go onto kidpub! And my poem says It's a child of poverty's view. I didn't see my view! I was trying to show some empathy with poeple who might be in this situation.