Poverty Poem by kali retzler

Im so sad.
As I look across the land,
I see no houses,
only shacks.
Then staring back at me
a little girl with a toy in hand.
As she smiles and plays
I think, how can she be so happy?
It hurts me to see her like this.
Poverty is painful,
but the people are strong
to be able to live their lives
so very hard
and long.
Luckly most people have a better life
and a safe place to call home at night.
Not for this little girl.
She is poor.
All she has is a family,
and a one roomed shack
with a small wooden door.