Here's a new poem! Don't mind the ummm.... errors they're meant to be there. You'll understand soon.


Lukee

I sit all day in the heet
I have no close, no home, no mommee
To call my own
I have no food, no water, no shoose to where

The stones on the grownd dig into my feet
The flys swarm roun me cuz I smel
I sik cuz there's no dokter
My litul sister died last week

I have no skool to help me
I never been to skool
I don't no wat it looks like
R there other peepul there?
Is it in a bilding?
Wat hapens there? I relee want to no

They say I can't go n e where
Cuz I don't no n e thing
I onlee 8 years old wat am
I supose to no?
I can go to 100. That's beter than the other kids
I can't spel very wel thoe

I onlee a child, and I hungree
I have no roof over my hed
No shoose on my feet
I walk roun on woblee nees
With nothing on but this thing I where
I have no mommee and my sister died
My daddee told me good by

Sumbudee pleez feed me
I therst for fresh water
My tummee herts and I don't no y
I can't stop crying and the flys wown't go a way
I lonelee and skared

I livein wat mommee sed was povertee
I don't no wat that meens
But I no that it's bad
I can barelee see sumtimes and
My arm is krooked
Is that wat povertee is, cuz that's bad

Sumbudee told me wunse we live in
A therd wurld kuntree. Wat's that? I don't no
Is it bad? Is it good? Wat's the rest of
The wurld like? Is there a sekend wurld and
A furst wun to? I see
Peepul dresed fansee sumtimes
They where nise close and have
Shoose, no flys roun them
They r wat peepul sed were lukee
I want to be lukee to